*This is one of those TMI posts that family and the squeamish might prefer to just skip over*
Well, it's that time again. That lovely confirmation that I'm no closer to what I want in life.
And this month, it doesn't mark a damned thing. Nope, not a cycle start and the beginning of a new try, just nothing.
Why you ask? Well because I failed an FET at the end of June. I had a random mini cycle in mid July that didn't make any sense because it was too soon. But what the hell, we went with it anyway. And then that cycle had to be stopped. So now I'm bleeding from stopping that cycle. Which means in the last 30 days or so, I've had 3 periods of varying strengths.
Kind of liked it better during my 20's when I was lucky to bleed 3 times a year. This three times a month thing sucks.
So obviously I'm not going to do anything with this cycle. The body needs to recalibrate from all of the weirdly induced periods and massive dieting.
Reasonable diet starts up in a couple of days.
*Ok, massive TMI time*
Ok girls, I just gotta get this out because I feel like I'm totally overreacting and maybe making life more difficult on myself than it needs to be. Ready? Ok, here we go...
I haven't been able to use a tampon since I lost the girls. The whole concept of feeling something being held in that canal, and feeling like I have to brace myself if I cough to make sure I don't push it out.....it's all just to reminiscent of trying to hold my girls sac in the canal during the miscarriage. So I've been padding it and just using the bathroom a lot to keep myself relatively clean. Am I just insane?