Warning - This Post Contains Bodily Functions Discussed in Some Detail

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK....Don't say I didn't warn you...

OK, Farmie...here goes...

For those interested...once upon a time, I was a teenage girl. I was giddily excited and nervous all at the same time the day I started my first period. I was a bit later than most of my friends, and as many of you can attest to, there is a stigma with being a "late bloomer" or "early bloomer", either way...it sucks.

Needless to say, I was glad to finally join the ranks of "woman" among the girls in my group of friends and acquaintances. So, you can imagine my surprise when it was 90 days before the second one, and then 180 days after the 2nd one before the third one started. I started paying attention to my friends, who complained about cramps, and being bloated and tired, and how their skin was going crazy, and realized that I was "lucky" that I wasn't going through all this each month, and while it meant I couldn't use it as an excuse to get out of gym class, I decided then and there that I was glad to be missing out on the bad stuff.

Over the course of the next 8 years, I think I had a total of about 14 periods. Being raised in a Christian home, knowing I was not having sex, I didn't worry about it too much until I was about 18, and I asked my doctor if it was something to be concerned with. He gave me that look and without saying the words "don't worry your pretty little head", he conveyed that message. I was told "some women just don't regulate until later in life. We can give you a prescription for the Pill to regulate things, and that should take care of it." It wasn't until 6 1/2 years later, when BB and I were ready to start our family that I learned just how bad things might actually be. A whole world opened up when my OB/GYN said the words "you have PCOS and most likely won't be able to conceive"...many of you know of that world...whether firsthand or secondhand, or even third...doesn't matter...you know something of the part of me that died that day, and can imagine the amount of tears and hurt, and angst...

Needless to say, after going the rounds of Clomid to the strongest amount they can give you with no success, we were referred to a fabulous RE. Their office is amazing, and they were incredible...anytime a doctor can draw you a picture, liken it to "mowing the lawn", and tell you in plain words exactly what is wrong and what he is going to do to try to fix it, and how he plans to make your dreams of biological parenthood come true...they rock, and that's all I can say.

We went through many months of blood tests, many visits to doctors, naturopaths, accupuncturists, and cut out all sorts of things from our diet and environment. If the doctors said to try it, we did...and then, one day, while BB was away on business, I thought I had been hit with the worst cold ever...turns out, I was just pregnant with Captain Chaos. Funny that I can say it that way..."I was just pregnant"...hee hee..but trust me, I have reminders every minute of every day of just how blessed we are to have not one, but 2 healthy children that were born of my womb...

All that to say that since Tiny Princess' arrival in January, I am physically right back where I was 6 1/2 years ago...nothing regular, nothing normal, all things scary and I'm just not ready to say we're done having children because my body won't cooperate...

Tiny Princess weaned herself about 3 months ago...she decided she needed to be mobile while she was drinking her milk, and pumping just didn't work for me...I completely stopped with the nursing in all shapes and forms 2 3/4 months ago...seriously...we tried everything. As it has been almost 3 months, my doctor agrees that this is not normal (in her experience), and based on my history, is concerned that something might be wrong (cysts, polyps, hormone issues, cancer...)

She wants me to have a withdrawal cycle because she wants to be sure that before we do anything probative (her words, not mine) we know that everything is ready for a "normal cycle".

Not that I've had normal for more than 6 months. Ever. In my life.

That being said. We are now in the start of week 2...and it is only another 4 days before we can get "the most accurate" pregnancy test result. I was wrong the other day in my post...we leave in 2 weeks, but I can test in less than 1. Which, however, means that I'll be spending the middle of our trip dealing with either being pregnant, or bleeding like a stuck pig. Yee hah.

And, no Farmie, you weren't being to nosey.