I secretly hoped I was one of them. I secretly wished that one day I could wake up and be like "ooh, my period is late. Maybe I'm knocked up?"
A week ago I was awoken from my sleep by pains in my sides and I was like "ooh, my period is late." But not for one second did I think "maybe I'm knocked up?" I was in pain. My ovaries felt like baseballs bouncing around in my body. I just knew my PCOS was at it again even though I had gone a good SIXTEEN months without issues.
The OB confirmed that my ovaries were enlarged and if I am not going to be taking birth control then I need to be on meds to control the cysts on my ovaries. I've been on these meds before when trying desperately to get knocked up and they are helpful but you get major diarehha in exchange. Everyone loves diarehha right? Not.
To add to the fun of the realization that birth did not cure my reproductive organs, I had a cyst explode last night which left me vomitting this morning and caused me to have a major pity party. And a percocet.
I cried to hubby that I had just hoped so much that I would be normal now, like a normal person without constant reproductive system issues.
And hubby said he had really hoped so too.
At the same time I feel so lucky that I have these two funny munchkins. What if things just get worse and I had waited until there was no hope left?
Stupid ovaries. You suck.
The babies first ride with the top off in the jeep! They weren't impressed.
Our pitiful attempt at a family photo taken at the park!