I miscarried very early, like just over eleven weeks. It started with waking up in the middle of the night, doubled over in pain, in my lower abdomen like period cramps (which, if you're a guy, this feels like a dull, achy, pulsating heaviness, like a bowling ball just sitting there somewhere below your intestines), in my legs, and especially in my lower back, like that occasional sharp pang you feel when you have a strained muscle. When I tried to get up I was super nauseous. There was blood everywhere, it had soaked through my pajama pants and stained my sheets. I sat on the toilet for like an hour because it felt like a really heavy period (for all I knew at the time it was just late, I wasn't aware that I had been pregnant of that I was experiencing a miscarriage), combined with lower back pain akin to a bad kidney infection combined something that felt like food poisoning, with the cramps and nausea. I went to the doctor the next day and after describing my symptoms she did a blood test which showed pregnancy hormones were present. They referred me to an OBGYN where I got a sonogram to confirm the pregnancy, they found that I had indeed miscarried very early, just at the end of my first trimester.

The cramping and just general crappy pain went on for about three days. Eventually, in addition to a ton of gloppy gloopy blood, somewhere in it you pass some clumpy bits which are the tissue remains of the fetus. That whole ordeal really sucked, but the worst thing was what I did NOT expect. When you're pregnant, your body just starts pumping hormones like fucking crazy. When a pregnancy ends abruptly, you go cold turkey and this does a crazy number on your emotions. I didn't even know I was pregnant, yet I was absolutely devastated that I had lost it. I thought there was something wrong with me, that I had done something bad and caused it somehow, and I was just in general an irritable and emotional mess for a little while.