UPDATE AT 12:30 p.m.: Bitch and you shall receive. So I just ventured away from my desk to get a SECOND helping of left over birthday apple crisp from the kitchen at work and what do I feel? Squish! Off to Panty Check No. 5,743 and low-and-behold my period has finally started!
I never thought I would be cheering on my body to hurry up and menstruate. In college I spent copious amounts of time meticulously planning my life around my periods and craftily tweaking Mother Nature’s schedule with a couple extra birth control pills here and there. I hated periods and would have been quite happy if my lady parts just dried up.
Today, it seems they have dried up and rather than rejoicing in a tampon-free life, I am fretting. I am waiting… … waiting…. Waiting……. Panty checking. And still, nothing.
I took my last birth control pill on Saturday. I was supposed to take one more on Sunday but I was so tired of feeling like crap from it that I figured one fewer pills would be ok. Little did I know that days later I would feel like a big steaming pile of poo.
Today I’m tired, constipated, spaced out, grumpy and am so damn bloated that I might actually pass as mild OHSS. My legs hurt. My head hurts. All of this woe and not the slightest quiver from my lady parts. Not the tiniest spot or sign that a period is on the forefront.
I am so afraid that something is bad wrong and a period is never going to happen. I’m afraid that the next cycle will also be canceled before it even starts. If that happens I might as well hang up the TTC hat for the rest of the year, as November and December are out due to holiday travels. And you know what that would mean? That in 12 months of trying to have a baby I only ovulated once.
At this rate I’ll be pregnant when I’m 50.
As you can see, I’m still in a terrible mood. I hope this gets better soon. Mr. Husband might leave me and my grumpy cat soon for happier, more fertile women.* Actually, my cat might beg and plead for him to take her, too.
It’s about time for lunch here. I think I’m going to spend it Google-ing how to make a period happen, eating carbs and feeling sorry for my crappy ovaries and empty ute.
* Mr. Husband would actually never leave me.