Pathology Results

Dr A called me today with the pathology results.

It was a Partial Mole, or Partial Molar Pregnancy.  She said that's the less cancerous kind- with 5% chance.  Which is good news.  

I will go for hormone testing every week until my number reaches, and stays, at zero.  Once that happens, I'll go once a month for 12 months.

If it remains the same or increases then I'm referred to her "friend," an OB Oncologist.  HER friend, not my friend.  Hopefully I never meet this man.  (I'm sure he's nice and all...)

And birth control for a year.  Which is okay.  

Stay tuned for pictures and video of Andrew and his cousin, Addison, playing in the d.i.r.t.!  (Don't tell Mamaw though!)

Public Version

I went to the ER and it didn't end well.  I'm no longer pregnant.  

See Molar Pregnancy.  

Am I regretting the decision to tell everyone my positive pregnancy test results so/too soon to only have to write this?  No.  I was super excited and wanted to tell the world.  I'll be just as excited, if not more, the next time.  

I'm sorry if this is the way you're finding out.  I want everyone to know, but I don't want to call and repeat myself.  It's also a lot easier to explain with WebMD.  

I'm working on getting back to 'good.'  Just 'okay' for now.

Dizzy Dancer

We live in a pretty big house.  We're moving to a smaller house and have since gotten rid of our guest room mattress, which leaves a large room for Andrew to just hang out in.

He LOVES it in there.  I don't know if it's the open space or the fact that the door was closed for a couple months.

I hear him in there and he's spinning around with one arm up, falling on the floor, laughing, marching around, and having a good ol' time!

I tried to capture it on video, but he just crawls into my lap.  

Until I tricked him... he doesn't know I'm there and so this is him just being silly.

Dance as if no one's watching, right?

Vote for ANDREW JOSHUA!

I entered Andrew (as Andrew Joshua) into a Baby Idol contest with a local radio station.  

It's not really a cuteness contest, it's more like a who-can-get-the-most-people-to-vote contest.

I guess much like American Idol isn't about talent but who-can-get-the-most-people-to-vote contest.

Here's the picture I entered:

To vote, click here.  Find Andrew Joshua's thumbnail picture (he's in the right hand column), select the circle under his photo, scroll down and click the Vote button.  

Then return everyday to vote for him.  You can vote as many times as you want, but only once per day.

Thanks for your support! 

Totally Random

I've lived in some awesome places... with unique furniture commercials.  

I know all of you WVU alumni remember "to the right, to the right, to the right, of the Morgantown Mall."

Well...  now there's this.  My personal favorite is the 2 singers, such intensity.  

Littlest Holt, 1st Entry

In case you missed it, I'm pregnant with our Second Child.  

Next question:  When am I due?  Good question.  I'm guessing sometime in December.

Here's what happened.  Okay, so I'm going to skip how it actually happened... but here's how I found out and why I don't know how far along I am or when I'm due.

I nursed Andrew until his first birthday and the whole time I didn't get a period.  Not complaining, just stating the facts.  I started to wean him and I figured I should be getting a visit from Aunt Flo. So when I didn't I got a little concerned because I had read that when breastfeeding decreases substantially, the period returns.  The no-longer-nursing body says- "Bring on the next baby!" 

Or it did in my case...

Anyway, so I was concerned and talked to a friend who said:  "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"  

My response was a lovely rolling of my eyes and a joke about the Vatican needs to be called because the amount of our adult alone time would lead me to believe that would be pretty close to Immaculate Conception.  

Her response:  "Well, it only takes one time."  

That got to me a little so I bought a pregnancy test and took it on March 31st.  The result was negative.  

More weeks pass, nothing happens.  I go to the Dr. to explain my situation.  We want to have more children and we wanted to start trying once Andrew had his 1st birthday.  Since we had to try with Andrew, I figured we'd have to try again and therefore needed a period to mark a starting point.  Nothing important came of that visit... they didn't take a pregnancy test.  

Another week and another conversation about second children, and another joke about "James would have to receive a vision from an angel for him to believe I was pregnant."  

Ha.  James didn't receive the vision, I did.  Seriously.  I dreamt I took another pregnancy test and it was positive.  

Holy smokes... good thing I bought the value pack!  There was another test left in the package, so I peed on the stick, if for nothing else but to put the voices in my head to rest- to be able to tell my friends, AGAIN, that NO, I WAS NOT PREGNANT.  

Then the second line showed up.  And I'm pretty sure I heard the sound of Immaculate Laughter.