A New Problem

This blogging thing is still pretty new to me. As a person who doesn't necessarily share every detail about my life with everyone I meet, I'm finding it pretty hard to reveal things I'm going through right now. It's easier to talk about things that happened in the past but not so easy to disclose how I feel today. I think I'm worried that people who know me will look at me differently.

My Granny used to say that you shouldn't tell everything you know because then the other person will know what they know AND what you know, and they'll know more than you. (Sounds confusing at first, but it makes sense when you think about it. For a woman with virtually no formal education, she was very wise.) So, know that full disclosure is difficult for me.

The last thing in the world that I need right now is another complication or another hurdle to get over on my way to the finish line (and by "finish line" I mean a successful pregnancy, not my ultimate demise). You can imagine my frustration when last month I was faced with amenorrhea. I know, words that end in "rrhea" are usually bad news! If you don't already know, amenorrhea is defined as "abnormal suppression or absence of menstruation." In other words, last month I totally skipped my period. No explanations. It just didn't show up. For a person who is trying to get pregnant, this poses a real problem.

At first I thought it meant great news. I was on vacation with family, so I was away from home. A week had already passed and by the time we got home it had been two weeks. I finally took a home pregnancy test. Negative. Ok, this has happened to me before. I've gotten a negative result, waited a few days, and then a positive. But the problem was I didn't "feel pregnant." I did what my doctor said to do and gave the office a call because I'd missed my period. If you regularly read my blog you know what's coming. You guessed it, another run-in with Rhonda. She told me that I could come in for a blood test. When she called me back, these were her exact words, "We got your results back. Your pregnancy test was, of course, negative." Ouch. Gee, Rhonda, you really know how to make a person feel good. Anyway, she told me I could either wait it out another week or take some drug she didn't bother to identify that would induce a period. I couldn't collect my thoughts fast enough, so I told her I'd wait.

Another week passed and still nothing changed. Of course, the other frustrating thing is that now I feel like my cycles are all messed up. Maybe some of you have had a similar experience. Does it mean I didn't ovulate last month? I'm so angry that my only contact at the doctor's office is Rhonda the Grump and I absolutely hate calling her with questions. I went ahead and got the medication called out (it's Prometrium, 200 mg for 5 days) and started taking it with hopes of becoming regular again soon. I hate feeling ignorant about what's going on with my body. I hate turning to Google for questions that should be answered by my doctor. I'm so aggravated!

Seriously though, if you see me in real life at the grocery store or at church in the next few weeks, please don't say, "Hey did you ever get your period?" or I will turn and run in the opposite direction! Really.

Note: I finished taking all 5 days of the medication on Saturday (8/23), and by last night (Monday, 8/25) I had started bleeding. I hope things return to a normal schedule. My best answer is that last month was pretty stressful. (?)