My name shows as peskipiksee but you can just call me pesk or peski, whatever is easiest. I'm 33 years old, have a 9 year old daughter and I just found out that my pregnancy is ending in a blighted ovum. I'm 7 weeks + 2 today and I'm hoping that my body will quickly figure this out so it can all be over with. I'm sure it's a horrible thing to say but I just want it gone. My husband, I'll call him Jack, is as devastated as I am. We had decided to start trying for another in March so I had my IUD removed and I got pregnant in June only to have this happen. Everything seemed to be going well until week 5 when I had cramping similar to AF. The doctors checked the location of the pregnancy and that was fine but the blood work came back with low HCG levels. A week later, they did another blood draw. It had gone from 534 to 1327. Bad news. The gestational sac as of Monday measured 7mm with a yolk sac of 6mm. Not good. Just had another blood draw yesterday and I'm waiting to see if the HCG has dropped yet. When I spoke to the doctor yesterday, he explained what I would expect and depending on the blood results I may need another ultrasound and have the miscarriage induced. I completely forgot to ask if I need to get Rhogam once I started bleeding because I have a negative blood type. Guess I'll be calling him today. Right now, I'm trying to hold it together for the sake of my daughter. I'm glad she wasn't home yesterday when I got the news because I was a blubbering mess while I ate the last half of the red velvet cake we had bought a few days ago and washed it down with a few cans of Pepsi all while being wrapped up in my comforter because I was suddenly very cold. Yes, a very attractive thing to picture, isn't it? Damn, this totally blows.