So, not pregnant. Again.
I started my last period the day before I was going to take a pregnancy test. That made my cycle 28 days long, which is okay, I'm anywhere from 28 to 30 normally. And looking back, it seems that I probably ovulated on day 15 ish, which is right where it needs to be.
My period was... meh. More painful this time. Bleeding was as expected. I was supposed to have a prescription for Lysteda that got messed up somewhere. I'm not sure who's fault that was, but it was really inconvenient and frustrating. I had to go back to the pharmacy THREE times before they got it right, and it was 2 days too late for me to use it correctly. They gave me an "emergency" supply on Friday, so I only took a third of the dose over a day and a half. It didnt help. Let me tell you, I was not happy. Like, I'm gonna punch someone in the face. It was bad. I havent felt that upset since I was a Lupron Monster.
Now it's day 11 in my cycle. I went and got myself some cheap "Answer" brand pregnancy tests. 20 tests for $20 with an $8 online rebate (that I filled out and probably wont get for 2 months) so I dont think that's too bad. It looks like they're made for girls who test every day of the month, but I wont be doing that! Instead, I'm going with the 2 a day. One in the AM, one before bed.
I'd better not miss those damned lines this time.
Just a couple of weekends ago, I drank a few, er maybe a lot of margaritas (the day I started my period) and had a pretty intimate conversation with a good friend of mine about making babies. She said "Ditch those stupid OPKs. You know what your body feels like when you ovulate." She suggests lots and lots of sex, days 12 thru 16 or so. Hahaha. Um.. Well, I guess if I want to cover all of my bases the best I can... Ha! It just makes me giggle thinking about her telling me. The plan might be both. OPK and lots of sex. Hahah.
Lemme tell you. You think "Oh, lots of sex, how bad can that be?" or "At least it's fun to try!" Think about taking one of the things you like the most and turning it into a job. Not so fun. It's hard to say "C'mon, let's do this again." I feel bad for my poor husband, well, a little bit. Demanding that he comes in and performs. You know? Maybe I should call to him from the bedroom and meet him at the door wrapped in cellophane like Evelyn does in "Fried Green Tomatoes." Hahahaha!! Spice things up a bit! Oh my gosh, I'm cracking myself up. I'm sure the neighbors can hear me cackling.
And I'll leave you all with that. Thinking about what a weirdo I am. Or me in a cellophane dress. Hehehe!!
Time to pee on a stick!
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
OPK "Fun"
A few weeks ago, I had a visit with my doctor. There were no exams or any of that stuff. Just a simple sit-down and follow-up. I told him when I thought I had ovulated last, and that I had started my period (on Easter weekend.. lovely). That although it was a lot more manageable pain-wise, I still had that awful bleed-to-death first and second day, that kept me running to the bathroom every half hour, using Ultras, no less. I had hoped that that part of it would have changed. I think I'd take pain over a super heavy flow any day. But, he is prescribing me Lysteda again, for the flow. It doesn't interfere with hormones at all. It will be nice to have on hand.
We talked about expectations, and I asked him a few things about my body. So he went over his notes from my laparoscopy and said he believed I should be able to ovulate fine; that my fallopian tubes looked unobstructed, despite them being adhered slightly to my uterus. He told me that he didn't want to put me on any fertility drugs, as most of them bump up estrogen, which is the exact hormone that feeds endometriosis. He didn't want to take the chance of making that worse. He pretty much told me to try to conceive naturally for three months and then we could decide further steps. He instructed me to get an ovulation predictor kit. And then... he prayed for me. It blew me away, and I cant even tell you how good it made me feel.
I bought myself an OPK, and on day 12, I started testing. I tested for 6 days, without any test looking like the pictures in the instructions were supposed to look like.
Let me tell you something: EFF ALL OF THE PINK LINES!
I. Hate. It. Pink lines, you suck.
Using an OPK is almost as bad as, if not worse than taking a pregnancy test. They are very hard to read! You're supposed to get two lines, the reference line always shows up, the test line gets darker. If the two lines are the same pigment, or the test line is darker, then ovulation should occur 24 to 36hrs after your LH surge. How does that sound, for a good time?
I did see where my test line got darker for two days, but it was never dark enough to be a certain positive. Then it started fading away again.
And THEN I read that testing twice a day was better. In a kit, they tell you to test once a day, the same time, every day until you get a positive. Well, if your LH surge happens somewhere between those 24 hours, you can miss it! That would have been nice to know, beforehand!
I started testing on day 12, which was a Wednesday. My boobs started getting sore, and I started cramping that day, and it got progressively worse until Friday (which was one of the darker lines) where my sex drive felt sky high. So uh, heh... Ya know... Then on Saturday, my test line was the same as Friday. After that, it started fading away. I suspect that my LH surge was somewhere between testing Friday and Saturday. Next month, I'm going to buy cheap tests and use them twice a day. That is, if we didn't manage to get pregnant by chance this month!
It's so hard to take this one day at a time. I have to tell you, that whole week I was using the OPK, I was a wreck. It really does a number on your emotions. My brain was constantly going through what-ifs. I wasn't being nice to myself, and was hating my brokenness. I'm always in between a state of being hopeful, and wanting to give up.
Now, I'm thinking I may take a pregnancy test next Sunday. That would be about three or four days before I start my period.
I don't really know how to feel about it.
One day at a time.
We talked about expectations, and I asked him a few things about my body. So he went over his notes from my laparoscopy and said he believed I should be able to ovulate fine; that my fallopian tubes looked unobstructed, despite them being adhered slightly to my uterus. He told me that he didn't want to put me on any fertility drugs, as most of them bump up estrogen, which is the exact hormone that feeds endometriosis. He didn't want to take the chance of making that worse. He pretty much told me to try to conceive naturally for three months and then we could decide further steps. He instructed me to get an ovulation predictor kit. And then... he prayed for me. It blew me away, and I cant even tell you how good it made me feel.
I bought myself an OPK, and on day 12, I started testing. I tested for 6 days, without any test looking like the pictures in the instructions were supposed to look like.
Let me tell you something: EFF ALL OF THE PINK LINES!
I. Hate. It. Pink lines, you suck.
Using an OPK is almost as bad as, if not worse than taking a pregnancy test. They are very hard to read! You're supposed to get two lines, the reference line always shows up, the test line gets darker. If the two lines are the same pigment, or the test line is darker, then ovulation should occur 24 to 36hrs after your LH surge. How does that sound, for a good time?
I did see where my test line got darker for two days, but it was never dark enough to be a certain positive. Then it started fading away again.
And THEN I read that testing twice a day was better. In a kit, they tell you to test once a day, the same time, every day until you get a positive. Well, if your LH surge happens somewhere between those 24 hours, you can miss it! That would have been nice to know, beforehand!
I started testing on day 12, which was a Wednesday. My boobs started getting sore, and I started cramping that day, and it got progressively worse until Friday (which was one of the darker lines) where my sex drive felt sky high. So uh, heh... Ya know... Then on Saturday, my test line was the same as Friday. After that, it started fading away. I suspect that my LH surge was somewhere between testing Friday and Saturday. Next month, I'm going to buy cheap tests and use them twice a day. That is, if we didn't manage to get pregnant by chance this month!
It's so hard to take this one day at a time. I have to tell you, that whole week I was using the OPK, I was a wreck. It really does a number on your emotions. My brain was constantly going through what-ifs. I wasn't being nice to myself, and was hating my brokenness. I'm always in between a state of being hopeful, and wanting to give up.
Now, I'm thinking I may take a pregnancy test next Sunday. That would be about three or four days before I start my period.
I don't really know how to feel about it.
One day at a time.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Rejoice
"Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say, rejoice."
This was my daily scripture on the morning I woke up ready to take a pregnancy test, this Tuesday.
It had been 11 days since the last possible date of ovulation, and I went out on Monday night and bought an early response test.
So, my alarm clock goes off and I look on my phone for a few minutes to wake up.
"Rejoice in the Lord always..."
I cried. I knew in my heart that I was going to take that test, and it would be negative.
So I go and take the test, and try not to watch the progress filling up the window, for 3 whole minutes. 3 very long minutes.
I was right.
I hate that stupid pink line.
Then I text my BFF a sad face, and proceed to break down in gut wrenching heart ache.
"...again I say, rejoice."
Of course the last thing I can think of, is rejoicing. Tuesday was a hard day. Work went by, I cried on my way home, sobbed through my lunch. And sat there on the couch, numb... and waiting for my husband to come home, just so I could cry on his shoulder.
I know God is good, and he has something good for me in all of this. That is the truth that I am clinging to.
Last night I started spotting. Today I'm bleeding lightly. As long as I can get through Easter service in the morning, I dont care what happens after.
In the morning, I will celebrate my risen Lord. Even though the sadness will be in the back of my mind, deep in my heart, I will celebrate the Man who died for me, who beat death, and rose again. The one who knows my pain, my heart, and is my comforter, my rock, and my salvation.
And I will rejoice.
This was my daily scripture on the morning I woke up ready to take a pregnancy test, this Tuesday.
It had been 11 days since the last possible date of ovulation, and I went out on Monday night and bought an early response test.
So, my alarm clock goes off and I look on my phone for a few minutes to wake up.
"Rejoice in the Lord always..."
I cried. I knew in my heart that I was going to take that test, and it would be negative.
So I go and take the test, and try not to watch the progress filling up the window, for 3 whole minutes. 3 very long minutes.
I was right.
I hate that stupid pink line.
Then I text my BFF a sad face, and proceed to break down in gut wrenching heart ache.
"...again I say, rejoice."
Of course the last thing I can think of, is rejoicing. Tuesday was a hard day. Work went by, I cried on my way home, sobbed through my lunch. And sat there on the couch, numb... and waiting for my husband to come home, just so I could cry on his shoulder.
I know God is good, and he has something good for me in all of this. That is the truth that I am clinging to.
Last night I started spotting. Today I'm bleeding lightly. As long as I can get through Easter service in the morning, I dont care what happens after.
In the morning, I will celebrate my risen Lord. Even though the sadness will be in the back of my mind, deep in my heart, I will celebrate the Man who died for me, who beat death, and rose again. The one who knows my pain, my heart, and is my comforter, my rock, and my salvation.
And I will rejoice.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Turn to face the strange ch ch changes.
I feel like it's been awhile, friends. I may need to pause and re-read what my last entry was about....
Ah, yes. I was waiting.
Well, waiting can be a funny thing, as it never really seems to go away, does it? You're always waiting. Just what you're waiting for, changes.
These last couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster. My body has slowing been dumping the rest of the hormones, and I've had some pretty awful mood swings.
Such as: Matt and I almost never fight. Whatever he does to upset me, is usually me upsetting myself over silly things. But, when we do fight, it always leaves me alone somewhere, bawling, and wondering if it's over. That's super scary, and is really hard on a girl's nerves!! This last time, he came back home after being gone for about 15 minutes, and said "I just drove around the block, I had nowhere else to go." And started talking to me as if nothing had happened. Which made me cry even harder. He asked me what it was that I wanted. Out of life, marriage, all of it. Was I done? he asked me. Was I afraid of our church having recently closed it's doors, and that we wouldnt find a new home? Was I afraid of baby stuff?
I noticed then, with myself, that when I am on the verge of something changing inside of me, a heart change, that the fiber of my being will fight it until I'm raw and all I can do are hear the whispers of the Liar. And I break. It wrecks me, down to my soul to the point of where I want to give up everything.
I heard "He doesnt appreciate you. He doesnt care, he doesnt love you. You work, you come home to work some more. He takes advantage of it. You are alone."
So I asked for a little bit of help. And a friend mentioned that reading "The Meaning of Marriage" by Tim Keller. I borrowed the book from another friend. And I read this:
"...Christians have learned that the worship of God with the whole heart in the assurance of his love through the work of Jesus Christ is the thing their souls were meant to 'run on'.... If we look to our spouses to fill up our tanks in a way that only God can do, we are demanding an impossibility."
And this;
"But the gospel also fills us with more love and affirmation that we could ever imagine. It means we dont need to earn our self-worth through incessant service and work. It means also that we dont mind so much when we are deprived of some comfort, compliment, or reward."
And
"...if your only source of love and meaning is your spouse, then anything he or she fails you, it will not just cause grief but a psychological cataclysm."
Convicted.
So that's something I have to work on, and probably apologize to my husband for.
There's a little glimpse of the deeper me. :)
On with the baby stuff!
On Sunday, I woke up with nowhere to go. Okay, not really nowhere, but we had decided to take the weekend off before attending new churches. It was weird, and sort of sad, and sort of exciting. Newness abounds before me. :)
Anyway, that night I went to take a shower and noticed that my nipples were sore. A sure and true sign of ovulation for me. I got excited, and told my BFF. But I also wasnt so sure if I was. So I waited until the next day to see if I was still sore.
Yep.
Then I went and blabbed it to some friends. I think I'm ovulating!! Wooohoo!!
Other things include a bit of cramping and, well, my sex drive is back.
The things is, though... I've been sore all week. Which isnt usually the case. About 3 days or so is normal for me (was normal?) and I'm still sore. Like, it hurts to put on a bra and I have to stand with my back to the water in the shower. Haha.
Well if this keeps up for another week, I'm taking a pregnancy test. Otherwise, I've at least got a timeline to work with! In about 2 weeks (well, closer to 10 days now) I should start my period. The last few days of March and first week of April should be the time.
All I can think is man, maybe I'm making up for the last 7 months. What if I have multiple eggs in there?! Aaaah! My BFF is fervently praying that I have twin girls. Har har, you! ;) I think I could do twins.
Bring It On!
I'm excited, scared, anxious. More waiting. More leaning on the Lord.
Ah, yes. I was waiting.
Well, waiting can be a funny thing, as it never really seems to go away, does it? You're always waiting. Just what you're waiting for, changes.
These last couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster. My body has slowing been dumping the rest of the hormones, and I've had some pretty awful mood swings.
Such as: Matt and I almost never fight. Whatever he does to upset me, is usually me upsetting myself over silly things. But, when we do fight, it always leaves me alone somewhere, bawling, and wondering if it's over. That's super scary, and is really hard on a girl's nerves!! This last time, he came back home after being gone for about 15 minutes, and said "I just drove around the block, I had nowhere else to go." And started talking to me as if nothing had happened. Which made me cry even harder. He asked me what it was that I wanted. Out of life, marriage, all of it. Was I done? he asked me. Was I afraid of our church having recently closed it's doors, and that we wouldnt find a new home? Was I afraid of baby stuff?
I noticed then, with myself, that when I am on the verge of something changing inside of me, a heart change, that the fiber of my being will fight it until I'm raw and all I can do are hear the whispers of the Liar. And I break. It wrecks me, down to my soul to the point of where I want to give up everything.
I heard "He doesnt appreciate you. He doesnt care, he doesnt love you. You work, you come home to work some more. He takes advantage of it. You are alone."
So I asked for a little bit of help. And a friend mentioned that reading "The Meaning of Marriage" by Tim Keller. I borrowed the book from another friend. And I read this:
"...Christians have learned that the worship of God with the whole heart in the assurance of his love through the work of Jesus Christ is the thing their souls were meant to 'run on'.... If we look to our spouses to fill up our tanks in a way that only God can do, we are demanding an impossibility."
And this;
"But the gospel also fills us with more love and affirmation that we could ever imagine. It means we dont need to earn our self-worth through incessant service and work. It means also that we dont mind so much when we are deprived of some comfort, compliment, or reward."
And
"...if your only source of love and meaning is your spouse, then anything he or she fails you, it will not just cause grief but a psychological cataclysm."
Convicted.
So that's something I have to work on, and probably apologize to my husband for.
There's a little glimpse of the deeper me. :)
On with the baby stuff!
On Sunday, I woke up with nowhere to go. Okay, not really nowhere, but we had decided to take the weekend off before attending new churches. It was weird, and sort of sad, and sort of exciting. Newness abounds before me. :)
Anyway, that night I went to take a shower and noticed that my nipples were sore. A sure and true sign of ovulation for me. I got excited, and told my BFF. But I also wasnt so sure if I was. So I waited until the next day to see if I was still sore.
Yep.
Then I went and blabbed it to some friends. I think I'm ovulating!! Wooohoo!!
Other things include a bit of cramping and, well, my sex drive is back.
The things is, though... I've been sore all week. Which isnt usually the case. About 3 days or so is normal for me (was normal?) and I'm still sore. Like, it hurts to put on a bra and I have to stand with my back to the water in the shower. Haha.
Well if this keeps up for another week, I'm taking a pregnancy test. Otherwise, I've at least got a timeline to work with! In about 2 weeks (well, closer to 10 days now) I should start my period. The last few days of March and first week of April should be the time.
All I can think is man, maybe I'm making up for the last 7 months. What if I have multiple eggs in there?! Aaaah! My BFF is fervently praying that I have twin girls. Har har, you! ;) I think I could do twins.
Bring It On!
I'm excited, scared, anxious. More waiting. More leaning on the Lord.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Nothing is happening...
I intended to start temping again a few weeks ago.
That hasnt happened.
I determined that my sleep is too messed up to get an accurate reading. I am not sure if it's my hormones trying to balance out again, the drug making it's way out of my system, or what, but I have been awfully hot at night lately. And I still cant sleep. I'm good up until about 3 am. Then, I wake up almost every hour. After 5 am, I'm just essentially waiting for my alarm clock to go off at 5:45, and trying hard to squeeze any amount of sleeping in before it does.
You need at least 3 hours of solid sleep to get a good basal reading. So, unless I want to start temping myself at 3 am, trying to do it as soon as my alarm clock goes off seems to be pointless.
That's out the window. For now.
Now I'm just waiting. I've had a few days where I've felt cramps and thought I could start my period any day.
Then this week, all of the girls at work were all on theirs at the same time! I was hoping and hoping that my body would catch on as well. Still nothing.
I havent had any symptoms that would lead me to believe that I've ovulated yet, either.
So here I am. Waiting. For something. Anything!
I find myself in a season of waiting on the Lord. And a LOT of trusting in His future for me. I have been able to cling to the hope of his future. And joyfully wait on it. Yes, joyfully. Because, friends, anything God has planned for us, is infinitely better than anything we can imagine. And if I think my plans are good, well then... God's are absolutely something amazing. That brings about an overwhelming feeling of hope in me. And all I can do is smile, and be encouraged.
Even though I often wonder, "How long O God?" I am joyfully anticipating His plans. :)
That hasnt happened.
I determined that my sleep is too messed up to get an accurate reading. I am not sure if it's my hormones trying to balance out again, the drug making it's way out of my system, or what, but I have been awfully hot at night lately. And I still cant sleep. I'm good up until about 3 am. Then, I wake up almost every hour. After 5 am, I'm just essentially waiting for my alarm clock to go off at 5:45, and trying hard to squeeze any amount of sleeping in before it does.
You need at least 3 hours of solid sleep to get a good basal reading. So, unless I want to start temping myself at 3 am, trying to do it as soon as my alarm clock goes off seems to be pointless.
That's out the window. For now.
Now I'm just waiting. I've had a few days where I've felt cramps and thought I could start my period any day.
Then this week, all of the girls at work were all on theirs at the same time! I was hoping and hoping that my body would catch on as well. Still nothing.
I havent had any symptoms that would lead me to believe that I've ovulated yet, either.
So here I am. Waiting. For something. Anything!
I find myself in a season of waiting on the Lord. And a LOT of trusting in His future for me. I have been able to cling to the hope of his future. And joyfully wait on it. Yes, joyfully. Because, friends, anything God has planned for us, is infinitely better than anything we can imagine. And if I think my plans are good, well then... God's are absolutely something amazing. That brings about an overwhelming feeling of hope in me. And all I can do is smile, and be encouraged.
Even though I often wonder, "How long O God?" I am joyfully anticipating His plans. :)
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Early Plan of Attack
In just over a week, I will be taking my basal temp every morning when I wake up. Again. I'm not sure what I will see right away, as I'm not sure if I will ovulate before I have my first period or not. I don't expect to see any regularity for at least 2-3 months.
Also, I'm not looking forward to having to buy feminine products again. Oh the joys. I have not had a period since October. 105 days, to be exact. That has been wonderful!
Anyway, I've had my eyes on a menstrual cup. I used to use a Diva Cup once upon a time, and I really liked it most of the time. It couldn't handle my insane "bleed till you're almost dead" days, but for the rest, it did well. And I really liked that it didn't cause any extra waste in the trash, I wasn't putting bleached and treated cotton up the girly bits. It didn't dry me out or cause any irritation. And they aren't more messy or gross than tampons. So, I'm thinking about trying out a FemmyCycle. They make a model for ladies with low cervix, which I totally have, yay me. I'm betting it'll be more comfortable and work better for me than the Diva Cup did.
Then, I'll need to stock up on pregnancy tests. I think I should get myself mentally prepared for a good few months where I wont get a positive test, or maybe I never will, but I wont worry about that just yet. Then again, maybe I'll get pregnant right away!
It's just... been awhile since I've had to actually deal with the hope and possibility, and then deal with the heartbreak of a failed attempt. I don't know how long I should actually give myself. 6 months? If we don't conceive in 6 months, will we still try? Or will we give up for good? This is it, friends. If this doesn't work, we aren't going any further. We wont try any other treatments, or drugs. I'm not going to put myself through crazy fertility diets, or creams or hormone therapies.
The other day, we ate dinner at a friend's house. They've got a 5 month old baby girl, who is absolutely adorable. She was in a great mood, and let me play with and hold her for a good while. I got smiles and sighs and "hi's" and singing. Baby snuggles and drool and kisses. She looked at me, and I looked at her, and it was good.
The entire next day, I was on the verge of tears, wanting a baby so bad. I want this! I wanted to text Matt and just tell him how excited I was that maybe this laparoscopy and Lupron stuff and everything the past 6 months actually worked, and maybe we'll get pregnant and have a baby.
I'm so excited and nervous I could burst!
Also, I'm not looking forward to having to buy feminine products again. Oh the joys. I have not had a period since October. 105 days, to be exact. That has been wonderful!
Anyway, I've had my eyes on a menstrual cup. I used to use a Diva Cup once upon a time, and I really liked it most of the time. It couldn't handle my insane "bleed till you're almost dead" days, but for the rest, it did well. And I really liked that it didn't cause any extra waste in the trash, I wasn't putting bleached and treated cotton up the girly bits. It didn't dry me out or cause any irritation. And they aren't more messy or gross than tampons. So, I'm thinking about trying out a FemmyCycle. They make a model for ladies with low cervix, which I totally have, yay me. I'm betting it'll be more comfortable and work better for me than the Diva Cup did.
Then, I'll need to stock up on pregnancy tests. I think I should get myself mentally prepared for a good few months where I wont get a positive test, or maybe I never will, but I wont worry about that just yet. Then again, maybe I'll get pregnant right away!
It's just... been awhile since I've had to actually deal with the hope and possibility, and then deal with the heartbreak of a failed attempt. I don't know how long I should actually give myself. 6 months? If we don't conceive in 6 months, will we still try? Or will we give up for good? This is it, friends. If this doesn't work, we aren't going any further. We wont try any other treatments, or drugs. I'm not going to put myself through crazy fertility diets, or creams or hormone therapies.
The other day, we ate dinner at a friend's house. They've got a 5 month old baby girl, who is absolutely adorable. She was in a great mood, and let me play with and hold her for a good while. I got smiles and sighs and "hi's" and singing. Baby snuggles and drool and kisses. She looked at me, and I looked at her, and it was good.
The entire next day, I was on the verge of tears, wanting a baby so bad. I want this! I wanted to text Matt and just tell him how excited I was that maybe this laparoscopy and Lupron stuff and everything the past 6 months actually worked, and maybe we'll get pregnant and have a baby.
I'm so excited and nervous I could burst!
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Symptom Follow-up
I called my doctor on Monday and they scheduled me to see him this afternoon.
I told him about my heart palpitations and rash. He didn't seem to have much to say about it. He was concerned, of course, but I dont think that those are side effects that he's seen much of in his experience with this drug, if at all. He wasn't too sure if they were from the Lupron or not. We did discuss how the Generess Fe and Add-Back pill both have norethindrone in them, but had I been allergic to that ingredient, my rash would be on-going and a lot worse, considering it's a much higher dose in the add back pill than in the Generess Fe.
He told me that women typically have one or two really hard months during their treatments. I told him that this one so far has been the hardest. I told him about how I've been hurting, grouchy, not sleeping.
But the good things have been the no pain during sex, and no pain during bowel movements. If you remember, the endometriosis had adhered my colon to my uterus, so no pain in that case is pretty darn amazing.
With those two good things, he decided that I've had enough. That round 6 was not necessary.
So now what?
I cancelled my next injection appointment. I will keep taking the remainder of my add-back, and start taking prenatal vitamins again. The Lupron will work itself out in two weeks (or a month from my last injection, rather) and I should resume my cycle as normal.
He also said that we could start trying to get pregnant right away. I may wait another 2 weeks, just because knowing this drug is still in my system at least that long, and then possibly getting pregnant while on it makes me nervous. He told me that there have been no issues with women who have gotten pregnant while on Lupron. But I'd rather not risk it.
I will admit, I am anxious. I am relieved that we are done with Lupron. But I am nervous about what is going to happen next.
Did it work?
What will my periods be like?
Will I get pregnant?
It's exciting and nerve-wracking all at once! Aaaaahhh!!
I'm so glad I'm done.
I'm done!!!
Yay! I'll get to sleep again! My mood will improve! Hopefully I will recover from whatever damage it may have done to my bone density, and my joints will recover and feel better.
I look forward to feeling better.
I hope it worked.
I told him about my heart palpitations and rash. He didn't seem to have much to say about it. He was concerned, of course, but I dont think that those are side effects that he's seen much of in his experience with this drug, if at all. He wasn't too sure if they were from the Lupron or not. We did discuss how the Generess Fe and Add-Back pill both have norethindrone in them, but had I been allergic to that ingredient, my rash would be on-going and a lot worse, considering it's a much higher dose in the add back pill than in the Generess Fe.
He told me that women typically have one or two really hard months during their treatments. I told him that this one so far has been the hardest. I told him about how I've been hurting, grouchy, not sleeping.
But the good things have been the no pain during sex, and no pain during bowel movements. If you remember, the endometriosis had adhered my colon to my uterus, so no pain in that case is pretty darn amazing.
With those two good things, he decided that I've had enough. That round 6 was not necessary.
So now what?
I cancelled my next injection appointment. I will keep taking the remainder of my add-back, and start taking prenatal vitamins again. The Lupron will work itself out in two weeks (or a month from my last injection, rather) and I should resume my cycle as normal.
He also said that we could start trying to get pregnant right away. I may wait another 2 weeks, just because knowing this drug is still in my system at least that long, and then possibly getting pregnant while on it makes me nervous. He told me that there have been no issues with women who have gotten pregnant while on Lupron. But I'd rather not risk it.
I will admit, I am anxious. I am relieved that we are done with Lupron. But I am nervous about what is going to happen next.
Did it work?
What will my periods be like?
Will I get pregnant?
It's exciting and nerve-wracking all at once! Aaaaahhh!!
I'm so glad I'm done.
I'm done!!!
Yay! I'll get to sleep again! My mood will improve! Hopefully I will recover from whatever damage it may have done to my bone density, and my joints will recover and feel better.
I look forward to feeling better.
I hope it worked.
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