I thought the next time I talked about pregnancy would be to announce it when I got to 13 weeks. Unfortunately, I had to take myself to the ER yesterday afternoon because I started to have cramping and spotting yesterday morning. Definitely a pregnant woman’s worst nightmare. The doctors drew a ton of blood then made me sit in a little room for about 3 hours until anyone other than a nurse came to see me. The PA told me that I was never pregnant to begin with. I called him on it. I told him that I had 5 positive home pregnancy tests (I know a little excessive but I wanted to be sure) plus a positive blood test on Monday from my PCM. Stupid little man. He came back and told me that he read the results wrong and I did in fact have levels of HCG in my blood. No crap. The real doctor finally came in and she told me that I would have to have a pelvic exam to check my cervix and uterus and then go in for an ultrasound. The pelvic exam was uncomfortable because there were 2 people poking and prodding down there. I guess the PA is training so he had to have a crack at everything. I was wheeled down for the ultrasound and had to wait in the hall because another lady was getting one done. Of course she got to come out with ultrasound pictures of her perfect baby. My results didn’t show anything. An ectopic pregnancy hasn’t been ruled out yet. I have to go back tomorrow for another blood draw and ultrasound after my HCG levels have been determined. I’ve been bleeding since noon yesterday and just started passing clots. I can’t believe that I have had to experience not one but two losses in the matter of 7 months. It makes it even harder that Evan is not here for support.