Chicken has also discovered he's ready to "bobby." That means "Potty" for those of you who don't speak Chicken. He tells me when he needs to go although it's not every time. Toddler underwear in his stocking, there will be.
I'm also a week late for my cycle. Don't get all excited. Hubby's been neutered, so I should be in the clear. But I'm figuring my PCOS is back. It explains the "funk" I've been in (hormones going crazy), the horrific sweet cravings (not a new thing there, but it's almost impossible to resist these days), my hair falling out, irritability, and the list goes on. It's depressing (did I mention the depression?). Between each of my pregnancies and my last three cycles, I've had perfect 28 cycles. I felt great. And now, everything is out of whack again. I mean, what else could go wrong? I'm losing track of all my medical problems. This week alone, I have a urologist appointment and my surgeon appointment for the gallbladder surgery. I'm so weepy it's pathetic.
Everyone tells me, "Oh, I never had a problem with my cycles after I had kids, they were perfect." Coming from women who had problems like I did before they had kids. My mom, my mother in law, several of my friends...I was convinced when they came back normal that I was going to be like them. Apparently not.
I've got a call into my OB/GYN to ask his advice on what to do. We decreased my medication for PCOS and I'm wondering if that has anything to do with it. Or the fact I didn't lactate longer (apparently that helps PCOS). I'm so thoroughly disgusted with my body I could puke.
I guess never eating vegetables is catching up with me.