Its been well over two weeks since I last blogged. Naughty I know. However, I just couldn’t face articulating the emotions I’ve been feeling. Writing them down would mean having to admit out loud that I have been up and down like a bloody yo-yo. After the fertility treatment was cancelled I was on birth control for two weeks to shrink everything back down to a normal size. I came off after getting the okay from Dr K and got my ‘pill period’ on December 1st (nice and easy to help me calculate what day of the cycle I’m on). On November 27th I started taking Myo-Inositol (2000 mg) and Omega-3 Fish Oil after reading wonderful things about them online. I’ve been doing an ovulation predictor test every morning since day 10. On top of that I’ve been doing a low GI diet, no alcohol, drinking Raspberry Leaf Tea by the truck load, and cut our sugar and dairy. I’ve managed to keep this up for over three weeks now. Given that its Christmas this weekend, sustaining this is going to be hell, but I am really motivated now I’ve got a few weeks under my belt. Not sure I’ve lost any weight but my stomach definitely seems flatter- no more gorgeous pasta and bread to poof it out I guess. These things just seem like the only thing I can do to have any type of control.
I put a huge amount of faith that doing all these things especially the diet and the Myo-Inositol were going to work a miracle for me and get my body going like clockwork with ovulation. Alas, no. Its day 19 and I haven’t ovulated. To add insult to injury, I thought I was getting really close yesterday as the test line on the OPK was darker than it had been the previous days and I got a very very small amount egg-white cervical mucus. This morning’s test put and end to that and the test line went back to being really light. I’m well aware that with PCOS the tests aren’t all that reliable as your body might gear up to ovulate and then not actually do it. So unless I ovulate in the next couple of days I’m going to fall out with the top end that is considered normal for a cycle. To say I’m disheartened is an understatement. Sam tells me I’m expecting too much too quickly, that my body may take 6 months to adapt to the changes I’m trying to make. Who the hell knows. All I know is I’m seriously struggling to take my mind off it and I’m checking my cervical mucus obsessively. Am I at the start of yet another incredibly long 60 day+ cycle? Is it going to be even worse? I’m beginning to think that maybe ‘A Christmas Carol’s’ Scrooge was a very misunderstood man, he too may have been dealt with infertility which turned him into a miserable git as well. Bah Humbug.