Now that Austin has successfully entered the world, I feel like the title of my blog - The Case of the Missing Period - needs to be reassessed. I am flirting with the idea of a new title but first, let's acknowledge the period - or lack there of.
Again, a romantic topic that women love speaking of and one I just can't get enough of - literally. My last date with the Medela breast pump was February 4th. I know this because I found myself in the bathroom plugging away for the last time after the Raven's won the Superbowl and wishing (as I do every year) the game was played on a Saturday. The adults at our Superbowl Party barely outnumbered the 5 children under 2 years old so with the exception of "who won the game?", I, as the host, could answer very few questions about the game's progress.
After ending my love/hate relationship with breastfeeding, I googled away to determine how long it would take for me to get my period back. This was done for several reasons, of course, but most of all I didn't want to have another situation as I had in Boston and be caught off guard. Friends said a month or two, the internet said the same, and Dr. H suggested early April. Well, we are just about to cross the threshold from early to mid-April and I am still periodless. Am I surprised? Not really.
The good news is should Baby #2 need to be an IVF baby, the worst part of the process is over. We have 5 of Austin's siblings hanging out in a freezer somewhere waiting to be implanted in my uterus. This means no tummy shots, no enlarged follicles, and no retrieval. Essentially DJ and I would be able to schedule our next pregnancy and go in for the transfer. I will still have to get the progesterone shots, which is annoying, but at least I have experienced them before, survived, and made a baby. The bad news is - well - where the heck is my period and what does this mean long term? What will my birth control options be? Do I even need birth control? Will I age in a weird way because I am not menstruating?
Again, a romantic topic that women love speaking of and one I just can't get enough of - literally. My last date with the Medela breast pump was February 4th. I know this because I found myself in the bathroom plugging away for the last time after the Raven's won the Superbowl and wishing (as I do every year) the game was played on a Saturday. The adults at our Superbowl Party barely outnumbered the 5 children under 2 years old so with the exception of "who won the game?", I, as the host, could answer very few questions about the game's progress.
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After ending my love/hate relationship with breastfeeding, I googled away to determine how long it would take for me to get my period back. This was done for several reasons, of course, but most of all I didn't want to have another situation as I had in Boston and be caught off guard. Friends said a month or two, the internet said the same, and Dr. H suggested early April. Well, we are just about to cross the threshold from early to mid-April and I am still periodless. Am I surprised? Not really.
The good news is should Baby #2 need to be an IVF baby, the worst part of the process is over. We have 5 of Austin's siblings hanging out in a freezer somewhere waiting to be implanted in my uterus. This means no tummy shots, no enlarged follicles, and no retrieval. Essentially DJ and I would be able to schedule our next pregnancy and go in for the transfer. I will still have to get the progesterone shots, which is annoying, but at least I have experienced them before, survived, and made a baby. The bad news is - well - where the heck is my period and what does this mean long term? What will my birth control options be? Do I even need birth control? Will I age in a weird way because I am not menstruating?
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