Lately, it's like my body has been playing mind games with me and I'm getting annoyed. Generally speaking, I don't ovulate. If you don't ovulate, all cycles are annovulatory and without an egg releasing, they kinda happen when they happen. Sometimes it's 40 days, sometimes it's 60 days. When things aren't going well and my weight is high, maybe 100 days. There are good aspects to this, Proctor & Gamble makes far less money off of me. I only have to deal with cramps and assorted issues 3-5 times a year. My lining doesn't build up too heavily so while I get cramps, they weren't all that horrible and Mr. Lina has commented that I don't get PMS that he notices.
I was put on Metformin, a diabetic drug that has a side effect of lowering testosterone levels. My doctor said it kind of removes the static so messages my brain sends to my ovaries get through. Whatever, cycles got shorter, around 36-40 days and I did manage to get pregnant so it is doing what it should sometimes.
Getting back to the more recent body betrayal. Around day 31 I had some spotting. I was pretty pleased, a normal length cycle. But then it was just 3 days of spotting mid September, no real day 1 flow so I couldn't be sure I was on a new cycle or not. I mentioned this when I saw my specialist on Oct 1, he asked if I'd taken a pregnancy test. I said no, my bra still fit, my breasts are really good indicators when my hcg levels are up. But when we got home, I did and failed. Then a week later, my breasts started looking... weird. I took 4 or 5 pregnancy tests over Thanksgiving weekend failing each and every one. Mr. Lina and I agreed something was going on with my hormones because these were not normal looking nipples, but I wasn't calling the clinic without a positive test. Then they went back to being normal.
And now today my period is here, the worst cramps since my miscarriage. Looking at a calendar, it's like I had two 31 day cycles, which is something to be happy about. Thanksgiving would have been around days 18-22, a bit late for ovulating given that my period is here now, but about right for maybe implantation and a couple of days of generating hcg... Maybe my breasts were right and my hcg levels never got to 25, the clinic considers me pregnant with levels of 5 but the home tests aren't that sensitive and it would have been too soon for HPT. If I didn't have 3 chemical pregnancies under my belt, I wouldn't think like this, but it's possible. I'm pretty sure that's going to be the conclusion Mr. Lina draws, he has faith in my nipples as predictors of pregnancies. They have been right with every other test I've taken.
Since I started writing, I've since walked to a drug store to find liquid Advil. Oh how I love liquid Advil. I have also had lunch. I am feeling far better.
Conversations are happening in my house about adoption too. It's too tender to really chat about it here yet, but Mr. Lina is now wanting to collect information. I think I started that after the first chemical pregnancy years ago, but not to the point of phoning agencies/Children's Aid. We talked briefly again while walking around Niagara Falls. It's hard to see him struggle with this. It's not so much about adoption, but in saying yes to adoption, it's also getting ready to grieve things we wouldn't experience with a new born and pregnancy.
So I email Mr. Lina that it's Day 1 and cramps suck and he emails me back a link to the video below. The next email is about the foot ball sized lambies, swans, llama and foal he saw on his drive to work. Someone has babies on the brain.