So as some of you know Joey and I have decided to start trying to start a family. Yes that would be on top of just buying him a new truck, wanting to but a house this year, and probably having to go back to court over the custody agreement with Devin. (Feel free to question our sanity at any point now)
Anyhow - getting back to the point. So we decided to start trying to start a family but my body isn't exactly the most cooperative partner when it comes to matters like that. Some women are like clockwork - my clock just never got its timing set right. It would jump around from 30 days all the way to 37 at times. That just is not the most conducive to trying to get your timing right if you know what I mean! So I started doing the temperatures and opk kits and all that last month and all along it seemed like something just wasn't right with me that month. If you're a women you just kind of know when your body is a little off.
So at some point I knew I was way past late and had peed on enough sticks to know I wasn't pregnant. Then I had the worst pelvic pain I've ever had in my life - I mean so bad I almost had Joey drive me to the ER. I tried calling my gyn who couldn't see me for 2 weeks so I went in to see my GP. He got me in for an ultrasound the same day which lo and behold revealed a cyst on my ovary. I had suspected that was causing my problems all along. Normally I wouldn't freak over something like that but my dr went on and ordered a CAT scan for me and a CA 125 blood test which predicts ovarian cancer. After reading way too many accounts on the internet I had officially freaked myself out in time for my blood test and CAT Scan. I was a wreck even though my ultrasound revealed a simple, common follicular cyst.
This past Monday rolled around and I started forcing myself to drink the vile Readi-Cat contrast solution. It's hideous and no one should be forced to drink it. I got no where near the 2 bottles they told me I should drink down but I guess with my 98lbs there was plenty in my system to show up. Then there was not getting to eat after 10am - I eat about every hour that's how fast my metabolism is so torture once again. Somehow I got through the CT scan and the blood work and spent the next two days worrying. Yesterday I finally got the call saying my CA 125 was normal and to just follow up with my GYN when I go to see her next Wednesday. Phew - what a relief.
Now that doesn't mean that I am out of the woods yet. I could still have PCOS which makes it harder to conceive or other conditions but as soon as I knew it wasn't cancer I could deal with the rest. There's plenty of treatments available that if it ends up being something else we'll get through it just fine.
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