After TTC for almost a year, my husband and I were ecstatic to discover we were pregnant in early January. I started spotting only a week after the HPT showed positive, and since I had a miscarriage in December of 2006 I thought here we go again. I made an appointment to see my ob/gyn and had hcg levels drawn which showed 500 on Jan 14 and then less than 5 on Jan 16. I never bled any more after that one day of light brown spotting, but the Dr. told me it could take four to six weeks for me to bleed. For five weeks I greived my loss and to be honest I prayed that I would just bleed so this whole ordeal could be over. I never thought to question my dr. and even went to have bloodwork done to find out why I was having a second mc. They found some "mutation" and set me up with a specialist. I am also recovering from mono, so when I began to feel exhausted all of the time I didn't think much about it, but when I started feeling nauseated to the point that I couldn't sleep at night I thought I should see my PCP. I didn't think it had anything to do with the mc stuff, I thought I had some intestional blockage or something. My dr. thought it might be an infection from the "failed miscarriage" so she sent me to get an US to see what was going on down there. The tech had the screen turned so I couldn't see what was going on. I heard a heartbeat, but told myself it had to be something else. I must have made a face because the tech told me "that noise is blood pumping through your uterus in case you were wondering." Then she also wanted to do a vaginal us, so she left the room while I put a gown on. She proceded and while I am laying on the table in the process of the very uncomfortable vus there is a knock on the door and this man comes in. I am thinking what is this person doing coming in while I'm going through this. He looke at the screen and then looked at me and said everything looks right on track and the heartbeat is strong. I felt like I was in an alternate universe. Just to clarify I said "I'm pregnagn?" He said yes, ten and a half weeks. I literally laughed out lout and cried at the same time. They kept asking me if I was ok and if this was good or bad. I pulled it together and said GOOD! They made me a disk and I went straight to my husband's office and showed him our baby. I am so blessed by this miracle. I never thought to question my dr. and I was in so much emotional pain that if she would have offered a d&c I would have agreed on the spot. Thank God she didn't.