Yesterday was G and I's 7th wedding anniversary. We met in high school, more than thirteen years ago now, and last night at dinner we were talking about how crazy it would've been if we could have known way back then what the future would hold. Seven years of marriage and counting with fourteen month old twins and two dogs waiting at home? That would've been a lot to contemplate at 15. Anyway, we've definitely had some rocky times over the years so far, but I spent yesterday just being thankful that neither of us blew it somewhere along the way. You do an awful lot of growing up between the ages of 15-17 and 28-30, and I feel very blessed that we've been able to stick it out togther.
In other news -- if you can call it that -- my doctor's office called yesterday. My period returned when P & E were three months old, but it's been crazy ever since then. Eighty days one cycle, twenty six days the next; there's been no rhyme or reason to it whatsoever. I've got one horomone level, prolactin, that's been screwed up for pretty much my entire life, so the doctor and I just assumed it was still the problem. We figured I probably just needed to get back on the medicine I was taking prior to getting pregnant, and then my cycles would regulate, no problem. But of course, nothing can ever be that easy. For the first time ever, that I can remember, my prolactin level came back completely normal during an unmedicated cycle. WTF? On one hand that's good, I guess, but on the other hand, it just means there's some other problem jacking up my cycle. My temps. indicate that I am almost certainly not ovulating, so I don't know what the hell is going on. Doctor is not worried about it at this time. She says give it a few more months and see what happens, because some women take longer than others to regulate after breastfeeding. You might know I'd be one of those, right? I'd rather not go on the Pill, just because it seems assinine to pay for birth control after everything we've been through, but if that's what it takes to normalize things, I might just have to do it.
And speaking of everything we've been through, yesterday I found out about the brand new oops pregnancy of a friend of a friend who had her first baby just a few days after P & E were born. I can't help it; I'm still a little bitter. She cried (NOT tears of joy) when she found out about this one. Woman, you got pregnant with no shots, no dildocams, and most importantly -- no money spent. What's to cry about?
Nice to know SOME women's bodies normalize with no problems, isn't it?
