I'm not sure how to make a great beginning for this post, so I'll get right into it.
I had suspicions for a few days leading up to June 19, 2017; the day that changed my life.
My face isn't THAT acne prone, and when I do get acne it goes away within a few days after really exfoliating my skin. When I began noticing the acne wasn't going away, I thought it was the face wash, or the fact that I sweat so much. I put it off for a few weeks before I became really concerned. I also had very minimal "period" spotting, which was weird because I haven't had any type of "period" since last year. I decided to look up the symptoms of pregnancy on google, and learned two symptoms of pregnancy were spotting and acne (sometimes). I immediately became paranoid and went to walmart the next day with my boyfriend. I remember telling him I wanted to take a test, and he thought I was being my usual paranoid self again. I told him I needed to see the negative test for myself.
Right after buying the pregnancy test, I went into the walmart bathroom and pee'd on the stick. I was waiting for a negative result, but behold! I stared at that second line and was in denial. I sent a picture to my boyfriend from the bathroom stall.
During the ride back home, I could not think about anything else but that positive test. When we got home, I took the second test, which also came out positive. I cried on the floor. I called my grandpa to tell him because I felt so guilty. He seemed so disappointed. I immediately made my boyfriend call his mom. She didn't answer, so we went to her house to wake her up. We told her the news, and she was so excited. We told her we didn't know if we were going to keep it or not.
When we got home, we looked up what it would possibly look like by week. If I was far enough along, would it have fingers? Would it already have a heartbeat? Would it be as big as a blueberry? I decided that if it already had a heartbeat, I wouldn't be able to terminate it. But if it didn't, I would.
I usually don't eat breakfast, but the next morning I thought "well I have this thing growing in me, might as well feed it". I remember making myself two slices of toast with avocado.
I went to work and called the gynecologist. I had an appointment at 5:00pm that same day. Talk about anxiety.
Finally 5:00pm arrived. At the appointment, they confirmed my pregnancy once again with another pee test. When that came back positive, that's when it really hit that I was actually pregnant. The gynecologist came to the room and did an internal ultrasound. When I saw the screen I thought to myself "oh my gosh there's more than one!!". There were so many little dots in my uterus, I really thought I was going to have quintuplets. The gynecologist began to explain that there was no fetus. What this is, is called a molar pregnancy. She began to explain that it is when a sperm fertilizes an empty egg, basically one with no DNA. She also explained that this was not a viable pregnancy, and needed to be terminated immediately. I was RELIEVED! I was so happy that I didn't need to make a choice on whether to terminate a child or not. However, the gynecologist also explained there was a 2% chance this would turn into cancer. I wasn't worried at all.
The gynecologist made an appointment for a d&c the next Monday June 27, 2017.
Molar pregnancies are very uncommon. Not many people have heard about a molar pregnancy, so I'm here to share my story.