Lady in Red

Ok people you ready for a little overshare? Well, you're about to get it. I actually started my period yesterday (hence the Lady in Red song reference). I know, can you believe it? I can't! All my wicked rambling about not getting it, doubting that the medicine was working and being cynical in general were for nothing. Because the medicine is working! Hoooray! I'm not just taking Metformin in vain. For this moment I could not be more pleased. I feel like it puts us one step closer to creating a baby. And that, you all know, is the name of the game right now. It's the first time I've been encouraged in a long time about our prospect of conceiving. I know that we still have long long road ahead but as I said for today I'm content. Content, while still hoping to get knocked up in the near future

Now yesterday is a whole other story... I admit that I was kind of a nightmare. Sorry, Hubby (not that he's reading this). Not having periods because of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (or at least some form of it) has a way of dimming my memory or what PMS feels like. I don't know about you other friends who have the PCOS but while I wasn't having periods I would still experience some of the symptoms at least once a month. In my case, I sort of always felt like I was premenstrual; whether that was because my body sort of was in that state, my hormones were wacked out on their own or they were wacked out because of some sort of insulin level problems. I constantly felt slightly bloated and usually sort of crampy at some point during each week. Usually once a month, though, I felt extra fragile emotionally, sort of crampy (with no sign of the Crimson Tide), and sometimes a headache. But when dealing with the real deal I am full on IRRITABLE and sensitive/emotional. I haven't cried very much if you don't count last night.

And that's saying a lot because Hubby and I had to go to a funeral today. Hubby's Grandpa's twin brother died on Thursday unexpected... which meant an unexpected change to our weekend. I didn't know the man but Hubby did and he wanted to support his family and pay his respects. All in all it was a nice service but there were some odd bits to it. There was one song that I don't know who picked out but I felt like it was so awkward. It was about taking a train to Heaven, which sounds nice, but it was about the Devil chasing him down and stuff. It just seemed odd. This was a man (Grandpa's twin) who loved the Lord and you wouldn't associate him running from the devil because of a "sorted past." I still want to know who picked that song out to memorialize him.

So that was my days... Thank you for all your well wishes! I appreciate all of them. I am starting to feel much better although I'm still struggling with a cough. I'm totally looking forward to going to bed tonight. After not having left my house since Monday and pretty much being in bed all week doing so much today was overwhelming. Not to mention that the whole week it was GORGEOUS weather- in the 70's & 80's and then today when I have to get out in it the temp dropped 30 degrees and was rainy. Now that doesn't help a sickie like me get better does it Universe?! No! But tonight I am counting my blessings for my incredible husband, wonderful family and sweet friends... and all the other great things that make up my life.

Hope you remember those things that you are grateful for tonight too... no matter what is going on or where we are in life there is always something to be thankful for. (Ok I'm done with my Oprah moment... I know... it's the unusual hormones!) ☺

LATER!