This means war...

This week has been an emotional one. On Monday I went to the doctors after being three weeks late. The only up side of my doctor's visit was when I got weighed. Confirmed that I've lost 16lbs even on the doctors scale. Why is it that home scales are usually so far off? Anyway, when I got there, they did a urine test to check for pregnancy. Negative. I talked with my doctor (who I love) and she said that she wanted to do a blood test to confirm that I wasn't pregnant. Then came the bad news... She said (in not so many words) that if I wasn't pregnant that it may be I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). Something told my gut that I wasn't pregnant and this is what I was going to be faced with.

A little history: Two years ago I ended up in the emergency room at 5:30 in the morning because I woke up with a searing pain through my abdomen. Justin called his insurance company's nurse hotline and they told us we needed to go to the emergency room, especially because the pain was on my right side (hinting at appendix). Long story short, after two catscans and thousands of dollars they figured out that I had an ovarian cyst rupture and that the pain came from the fluid spreading into my abdomen. At the time, the doctors told us that most women get cysts monthly when they're getting ready to release an egg and that it was nothing to get worried about. He said that it should not effect our chances at having children, either.

Here I am, now, two years later being faced with the worst case scenario. My blood pregnancy test came back negative, which implies that I have PCOS (I still have to follow up with my doc). I was devastated on Monday when she mentioned it, and broke down again on Wednesday when the test results came back. Basically, because of too many cysts, my body has stopped being quite so sensitive to my insulin levels which triggers the hormone that matures my eggs. In other words no egg = no pregnancy.

Luckily the outlook is fairly positive (at least I'm trying to be positive). I have to lose some weight (big surprise), and then I might be put on a medication to make my body more sensitive to my insulin levels to help me ovulate. I will find out more next week when I go back to the doc. So, for now, I've kicked up my exercise schedule from 2-3 days a week to at least 5 and I'm being more careful of my eating habits.

One thing I have to say: I have an amazing husband. He has been so supportive and positive and is ensuring that his cooking is healthy and loaded with veggies. He's encouraging me to work out (and doing so himself) and continues to reassure me that things will be okay. If anything this has forced me to focus on my own health in order to create new. I've waged war on my own body, and I'm bound and determined to win this one!