When I had my Ectopic pregnancy I knew that something was not right. I knew enough from talking to a friend who went through the same thing that I needed to have it checked out for peace of mind and my health. I had more than just the loss to deal with if I was right, I had my life. From the Monday of that week I knew that we were going to loose the pregnancy. I tried to remain hopeful that I was wrong, now enter DENIAL. In this case denial for me was a coping mechanism to try and go on with my normal day to day activities. This time I had a young son to take care of and he needed me to be there for him.