What the???

We had an appointment that Friday before we left Saturday for our cross country move.  It was at this appointment that our lives would take another twist.  Dr Nethers was very sorry to inform me that the pathology had come back positive for partial hydatiform mole.  My spell check doesn't even recognize the word.  Poor Dr Nethers had been pretty stumped himself.  He handed me some brochures, explained it the best he could, said not to try to conceive for another year, I would have to have blood work to make sure the hormone levels returned to zero, and that was that.

We left Kentucky devastated.  I didn't want to wait a year for a baby, I was supposed to be pregnant.  If you want to know what kind of news not to get before a cross country drive alone in the car with a toddler, this would be it.  I stewed over it.  I thought about it.  I remember reading some info, but vague info, about molar pregnancies when I was doing my insane research earlier in the pregnancy.  All I could remember was the not trying to conceive.
After we were settled in, I started my own reading.  I looked and looked for information, but found next to nothing.  The same backdated mentioning of Molar pregnancies that my OB had given to me.  I was frustrated and felt completely lost.  Baby Center has always been my choice site for things baby related.  I went there after finding nothing everywhere else.  On Baby Center I found a wealth of information.  Not only were there support groups for people going through losses, there was one specific to Molar pregnancies.
The loss group was the best support I could have asked for.  It was so sad to see that there were so many people suffering silently like I was.  How unknowingly cold people could be to those going through it all.  And how my situation was truly not the worst that I could have ever imagined.  I am even really good friends with one of the girls I met at this stage.  We both have our rainbows born a few weeks apart.  It was a truly amazing journey that started in such a personal Hell.

On the Molar pregnancy support group there were links.  Lots and lots and lots of links to the info I had been so desperately looking for.  Molar pregnancies are so rare, especially in the US, that most of the info was on sites from other countries.  England has a whole center devoted to treating these kinds of pregnancies with a waiting list and everything.

On these sites I learned so much.  Even explained why my morning sickness, fatigue, and joint pain was so terrible.  I learned that with this kind of pregnancy comes a risk of cancer.  Scary word to hear at 25 years old.  I learned why the weekly blood draws.  I also learned that the waiting time for trying to conceive had been changed, and differed from doctor to doctor.

After much research and personal consideration, the hubs and I decided we weren't waiting.  No doctor agreed.  The one I had transferred from said he didn't recommend it and why.  Even the new OB said he wold prefer I wait, and explained what i already knew.  Little did we know, I was already carrying a little rainbow.