I found out I was pregnant. Went to Planned Parenthood, got a blood test. Set up my OB appointments, and bought a bunch of books. It was the year DH graduated collage, and we weren't married yet, so we waited to tell his parents. After his graduation dinner (we had known about the pregnancy for about 4 or 5 days) I started pink spotting. I knew that was normal for women, but if just didn't feel right, ya know? We were in the parking lot of the restaurant when DH told his parents our news. The next few days my spotting was turning red, and the cramping began. I would call the OB, they said call if the bleeding gets worse. I was scared. I figured I was having a miscarriage. I didn't want to talk about it. The pain was very sharp, it would make me throw up. The bleeding got worse, and again over the phone they told me I had most likely lost the baby. A week or two later, the bleeding kept going, the pain kept going, I didn't want to talk about it. I would call the doctor on weekends, or at night always an on call doc, always having to retell the story, always down playing my symptoms. Finally one day at work (waitress) the manager asked me to go home. I was having trouble walking, holding on to tables as I passed them. I said I was fine, but he wouldn't budge. He said I looked terrible, and he wanted me to rest. My friend drove me home, and the my friend and my (then) BF tried to get me to call the doctor. I refused. I felt like the pain was different now, and must be unrelated. They convinced me to call my mother, who convinced me to call the Dr's office. For the first time I spoke to my OB, she listened to my story. The miscarriage, the cramping, how the pain didn't feel the same anymore, like it had moved, changed. I thought maybe my appendix was bad. I added on a casual note that I was more annoyed by the pain in my shoulder that wouldn't go away. She very calmly told me that I she didn't want to scare me, but it was imperative that I head to the emergency room right away. She was calling them to say I was coming, so I could be rushed through. And she was leaving her house now, and would meet me there. I was so embarrassed. I thought it was such a fuss over a sore shoulder, and a baby I had already lost. I got to the ER, I had a horrible experience with an internist who read my Xrays, and told me that they could not find my right ovary, it was blocked by a very large mass. I asked if they were cysts, he told me that cysts you can see through, this was too dark. Most likely tumors. I spent the next half hour trying to be brave believing I had Cancer. Finally my doctor got there, told me I didn't have cancer, she believed I was ectopic. She told me I needed surgery. I asked when we schedule that. She answered the on call anaesthesiologist was on his way. Surgery was in 20 minutes. I had to cut off all my hemp jewelry, and call to tell my mother what was going on. Th DR said I would be out in about 3 hours, and go home that night. I woke up with an allergic reaction to the anesthetics, 6 hours later. I spent 3 nights in the hospital. I had massive damage that they weren't expecting. I was lucky that they only had to remove my tube. I was so lucky that my manager sent me home. I was so lucky that my friends, and family convinced me to call the doctor. I was so lucky that I told the Dr everything down to my sore shoulder. My case would have been fatal had the pieces not fallen together that night. Thats my story, long and wordy as it is. Since then, I have had one baby girl, and now I am 7 weeks along with my new baby. I had an ultrasound to check for implantation. My case was pretty text book. Had I been honest with the doctors, and had I stopped being so damn proud/embarrassed, it may have gone smoother. Live and learn.