Everyone doubted me...but I knew my body.

This was my first pregnancy, and 6 days ago we had our first ultrasound. I was expected to be 8+3 based off LMP, but baby was measuring 6+5 with a heartbeat.

I was certain of ovulation due to OPKs and I got an early positive at 9 DPO, so baby was measuring 12 days behind. The doctor assured us everything was viable and didn't seem concerned, but of course I went home that night and Dr. Google showed tons of posts indicating this wasn't a good sign.

I was devastated, but allowed myself to be hopeful, until 3 days later I woke up and every single one of my pregnancy symptoms vanished. I had the best sleep in months, and I woke up feeling like I could run a marathon. I knew something was wrong. My husband and mom were the only ones that believed me, while friends and relatives assured me it was normal for symptoms to come and go​.

On Sunday I woke up craving coffee (a MASSIVE aversion/nausea-inducer for the duration of my pregnancy) and decided to have a sip. It tasted delicious and I knew right then and there that I was miscarrying.

I managed to get in to see my doctor today, 4 days later, and it was confirmed baby stopped growing at 7 weeks (aligning when my symptoms vanished), and I have a D&C scheduled for tomorrow morning.

I have spent these last 4 days grieving as my mind already knew what my body did not, so I feel strangely relieved to have closure tomorrow and to know that I know my body well-enough to know something was wrong.