I was six weeks pregnant today.

We were lucky, we had fallen pregnant very easily - only two months after coming off the pill and getting married. I had a lovely first few weeks - enjoyed not holding my tummy in anymore, couldn't stand wearing tight clothing, enjoyed the little pulls and tugs as my body started stretching. I had just started to feel ravenously hungry every two hours, and had only slight nausea in the afternoons - nothing to complain about.

I had POAS three times - all with faint lines - and tested positive in a blood test taken by my wonderful GP, who called me at ten o'clock that night to give me the good news having rushed the results.

This weekend just gone, I had trouble sleeping on Friday night, and spent a couple of hours in front of the computer. About 4am, I had a low, dull cramp that lasted a few seconds and then passed. When I went to the toilet before going back to bed, there was some blood. I went to sleep though. At 6, another trip to the toilet and more blood. I woke my husband and we had a bit of a cry. I bled over the weekend, but not enough to even justify a pad.

I spoke to my GP who was v reassuring and we spent the weekend trying to stay calm. I can't tell you how much the BB threads on bleeding in pregnancy helped. On Monday morning, following my GPs advice, I went to the early pregnancy assessment service at our nearby hospital. A scan showed no evidence of pregnancy at all. The doctor said it wasn't at all what she was expecting to see, and that she didn't think I was miscarrying. She thought perhaps the dates were out, and I was in fact closer to five weeks. She suggested another scan in two weeks time.

Long story short, however, this morning the bleeding was heavier and by lunchtime I had started cramping. As I sit here typing this, unable to sleep, my darling husband sleeps exhausted.

I miss my little one already.