So back late November/early December I got to experience a lovely thing called a miscarriage for the 2nd time. We were excited to be pregnant again, but the excitement was short-lived and I felt a gush of blood and ended up in the ER one night. Come to find out is was a blighted ovum. It's when the gestational sac forms, but no fetus. So your body still thinks it's pregnant. It kinda sucked. I had to have another D & C, and had to be awake for this one. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be despite my wicked reaction to the local anesthetic.
Fast forward a few months. I hadn't really considered anything was amiss until I realized that I hadn't had a period yet. So I called my doctor and she did bloodwork. My HCG levels were in the pregnant range, however we weren't sure if it was from the miscarriage or a new pregnancy. Levels were taken again a few days later and had more than tripled. I was pregnant again and SCARED! I was sent for an ultrasound and saw a little grain of rice with a heartbeat. It was estimated that I was 6 weeks 5 days pregnant (this was on February 12th. I started bleeding again, off and on and was diagnosed with a subchorionic hematoma, a pretty common blood clot that form where the egg implants in the uterus. It bled itself out, not without a TON of panic and worry on my part. But my doctor was so kick-back about it, it helped calm me.
Now, to just make it to 14 weeks, so I can stop freaking out.