On Sunday at work, I went to the restroom and had a streak of bright red blood on the tissue. I went into panic mode and went to the ER. After four hours, blood work, and an ultrasound... The baby had no heartbeat. I should have been ten weeks two days along and the baby was measuring seven weeks three days. Needless to say I'm beyond devastated. This was my fifth pregnancy and I've never miscarried before. I followed up with my ob yesterday (which was ironically supposed to be my first ob appt). She did another u/s just to be sure, and confirmed what the ER said. I'm scheduled for a d&c tomorrow morning, which makes me want to scream. This whole situation tears me apart from the inside, the fact that I've been carrying around my baby with no heartbeat for three weeks and that tomorrow I have to have my precious sweet baby vacuumed out of me. At least I got to see his/her sweet tiny face on the u/s screen yesterday. This is so terrible I can't barely think straight. Im sorry if this was a little graphic, but besides DH I really don't have anyone else to talk to about this and my heart is broken.