Two things have been weighing on me this week. The first is how much I hate I mean literally hate PCOS. I was on the treadmill at the gym and I caught a side view glimpse of myself in the window and I wanted to cry. Kid you not my belly looks like it’s 4 months pregnant. So I made a vow to myself to never wear a spandex top of any kind to the gym and to start tracking my food again using the Weight Watchers app. I don’t know what else to do, as I’m getting older it seems to be getting worse. It’s a cruel joke that having this makes me look pregnant when that’s the one thing in the world I would kill to be and just can’t be. And if one more person asks me when I’m due I’m going to bitch slap whoever it may be.
Side story…I was out getting lunch last week and there was a woman in front of me checking out and the clerk was telling her how she made a huge mistake, she asked one of customers if she was eating for 2. I was eavesdropping on the conversation but it really made my blood boil and broke my heart at the same time because I’ve been on that receiving end of that question and I know how much it hurts when someone asks you that. I wanted to tell that clerk that she probably made the girl cry, I wish I had a mean enough bone in my body to say that but I just couldn’t. People need to stop being idiots…end of rant!
The other thing that’s been consuming my thoughts is how much time I’ve been wishing away. I can’t wait for my cycle to get here, I can’t wait to see how many follicles I have, I can’t wait to see when they’ll schedule my IUI, I can’t wait for the next 2 weeks to be over so I can test. I wish I had a Do-over card because here I am 5 years later wishing that I hadn’t wished so much time away.
I have a 45 minute commute into work each day and during that time I think…like a lot. For awhile now I’ve been struggling with what my life will be like without kids and I had this epiphany a few weeks ago, if we don’t have a child my life is going to be exactly like it is now. I’d been searching for what I thought was going to be this huge answer when in reality I’ve been living the answer for some time now. The realization actually made me cry. I wonder if people who want children that don’t end up having them find peace with it?
So that’s where I’m at with things for this week. In baby making news, I missed out on meds this month because I was on vacation and I started my cycle (always my luck). I have a general idea on when I’m ovulating so we did it the old fashion way. Do any of you get symptoms when you ovulate. TMI…I spot after sex during that time. Am I the only one? I asked the dr and he said that could be possible but it never use to happen to me before. So now I’m in my 2ww and if nothing happens this month we’ll go back on meds for the last 2 months of the year. If still nothing it’s going to be time to really do some soul searching because I told myself I was only going to do this through the end of the year. I’ll tell you what I’m not going to do is wish the next 2 months away because I’m not sure I’m emotionally ready to close this chapter yet.