**Okay, I'm just going to warn you up front that this post may be a little graphic so if you are uncomfortable hearing about the workings of the female body stop reading now.
Aunt Flow came to visit me the first time when I was in the 5th grade and I've been like clockwork ever since. Well until last July anyway. I'll never forget that day. It was the weekend of Ken and mine's anniversary and I was 10 days late. I was freaking out. I was working full-time but I was also working on my bachelor's degree still. I was sure that I was pregnant but a few days passed and I finally "checked into the red roof inn." It was a total relief but then next month I was late again ... and again the next month. This irregularity continued until November, when it got much worse. In November Aunt Flow came to visit and didn't "leave" until January. That's right 3 straight months.
In December I made an appointment to see my doctor and she did some blood work and couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. She explained that the next step would be for me to come back in to have an ultrasound so they could look around and see if they could find something else that was causing this. I was in the midst of finals and graduation and family coming from out of town so I scheduled my ultrasound for the second week in January.
Being that I've never been pregnant I thought the ultrasound would be a little goo on my belly and that weird wand that they press on your stomach. You can imagine my surprise when they told me to take my pants off and lay on the table. Then came the ultrasound technician with her long plastic wand with a baggie over it. I had a good idea where it was going. She jerked it around like she was driving a stick shift car for the first time and couldn't quite get into gear. It was quite uncomfortable to say the least. Then she told me to get dressed and she left. It was two weeks before I found the results, possibly the longest two weeks of my life. I had ever worse scenario running through my hear. My worst fears were relieved when they called and told me my endometrial wall was too thick. I had an all new set of fears as I didn't know what this meant. My doctor explained that it wasn't serious but I may have a hard time conceiving if I ever decided to do so and I should see my gynecologist. I had never heard of this so I went to the internet for answers.
The internet had a variety of answers. Many sites said this was caused by being overweight. I decided to go to my gynecologist who looked at the ultrasound results and mentioned cysts. My other doctor had not mentioned this. So there was the prognosis; three cysts on ovaries, my endometrial wall was too thick, and possibly Polycystic ovary disorder. The doctor prescribed me medroxyprogesterone, a synthetic version of the progesterone that your body makes. I was to take one pill a day for 10 days and then have another visit from Aunt Flow. She also prescribed me some pain medicine which I didn't understand but was soon to find out.
The medroxyprogesterone was awful. I was dizzy and really tired but it was only 10 days. Aunt Flow came on day 10 along with the worst cramps of my life. Needless to say I was happy to have the pain meds.
The medroxyprogesterone seemed to work. I went back for a follow up ultrasound and my wall thickness had decreased. The doctor said she didn't think I had POD so that was a relief too. I always thought that I wasn't cut out to be a mom but I want to make that decision on my own rather than having my body tell me I couldn't.
I was back to Aunt Flow's regular visits, or so I thought. Two months of regular visits and then nothing. No visits for 2 months. I was sure this time that I was pregnant but 5 negative tests later I was having my doubts. Aunt Flow finally came but her visit was sporadic so now I am looking at another round of medroxyprogesterone. So this brings me to today. Am I to face a life of medication just to make me regular woman? And is this problem due my weight? I guess I am going to find out. I have roughly two weeks until my juice fast begins and then I will find out if losing some weight will help me get back to normal.
Here's hoping.
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