September 24, 2002
My Body Hates Me
After the last appointment with the NP, the plan was to wait 3 wks for my next period to start. If it didn't start on its own, I was to take medroxyprogesterone for 5 days to help it along. Of course, I didn't start when expected, so I had to take the drugs. I had called the dr's office before starting the medroxyprogesterone, because timing is important and I wanted to know how long after I took the stuff I could expect my period to start. I was told 3-7 days after, so if I started that day (last Wednesday) I should be fine. See, on the 5th day after my period starts, they want to do an ultrasound then have me meet with the nurse.
I started the medroxyprogesterone on Wednesday. The rest of the week, I had some major PMS. The type I'd never suffered before. Nothing physical, but minor things would send me into a raging fury or make me want to burst into tears. It was hella freaky and Dale didn't enjoy it much either.
Sunday, I started getting some minor cramping. I started to pray that my period would start on Monday, because that would make Friday the 5th day. Monday, the cramping just continued. So Monday night I started praying that my period wouldn't start until Thursday.
Of course, you can guess what happened. I wouldn't be posting this if my period had waited.
Yeah, my period just started. So I called the doctor's office. They figured they can go ahead and see me on Friday. They had one slot open, at 7:30 am. But my regular nurse is going to be on vacation until the following Thursday. So, I have to get up hella early, not pee, drink a lot, let someone put goo and electronics on my abdomen, then go discuss the results with a stranger. Just because my body didn't want to act normal and follow the plan.
Of course, if my body acted normal, I wouldn't have to jump through all these hoops just to find out if I'll ever be able to get pregnant. :/