Monday, December 8, 2008

Feeling sorry for myself...again.

I've been away for awhile,  haven't I?  I did the blog giveaway last week to allow me to NOT blog for a week so I could get caught up.  What happened?  I got further behind.  Christmas threw up in my house.  Chicken keeps slicing his finger open on some unknown Christmas object he finds fascinating.  He refuses to tell me what it is.

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.


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hate it for you. Maybe the new year will bring lots of new good luck.

I can't tell you anything on the cycle thing. I am a strict birth control girl. It is the only way I can keep my cycles normal. I am sure one day I will have to find something else that works, but for now it is serving it's two purposes.

Good luck with everything and keep me posted on the GB surgery.

Anonymous said...

Oh yeah, WOO HOO for Chicken and the potty!!!

Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? said...

I'm hoping it's just a funk, but if not, I hope the medicine works.

Maybe you just need to get pregnant again!

And, yay for Chicken. Please give me all of your hints.

OHmommy said...

LOL... I don't speak Chicken. Thanks for the translation! Xmas threw up all over our house too. I love that image.

Anonymous said...

I hope you start to feel better soon.. let us know what the OBGYN says.. :)

Mandy said...

It will get better. I promise!!! BTW if it helps. I'm one of those Mom's who's body was messed up before having kids and is now messed up after having two, now trying for the third. I feel your pain girl!!! I think I'm just going to tell my Gyno to take out all my parts with the exception of an ovary or two just for the right hormone balance. I hate taking hormone pills and shots!!!!

Jennifer Shirk said...

Oh, you poor thing. Hormone problems are THE worst.
I pray your cycle normalizes again.

Stephanie said...

Hopefully this is just a weird cycle you are having. Especially after all the normal ones. I hope it all works out... will they up your meds now?

Someone Being Me said...

I know lots of women who had more messed up cycles after having babies than before. I am jealous that at least your doctors are trying to fix you. Mine haven't figured out if my attacks that I think are gallbladder related are actually gallbladder related or something else. Its driving me crazy not knowing what is wrong with me. My attacks started after having Bear. It is amazing what we go through to have these kiddos.