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I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS).If you don’t know what PCOS is, then there are many lovely places to learn about this charming condition.You can go here or here or here for more information.
I shan’t bore you with details, but my own symptoms include obesity, high blood pressure, weird periods and a luxurious beard.
Moo and I have been actively trying to get pregnant for about 7 months now. I say actively, because I haven’t been practicing any kind of birth control in a year and a half. Before November of last year, Moo and I just had the attitude of if it happens, it happens .Since November, I’ve been using a fertility monitor called an OV Watch. You can check it out here.
So while we’re still not obsessing about getting pg, we are trying to time sex a little better.
This leads me to my latest little encounter. I’ve been experiencing some pelvic pain since Saturday. On Monday, I took like 4 Goody powders (the greatest invention ever) for what I thought was menstrual cramps from hell. Tuesday morning, I got up, got ready for work, and felt decidedly sore. Inasmuch as I was meeting with a potential new employer that afternoon, I ignored the pain and kept going. However, within 35 minutes I was in hysterics from the pain and had decided to go to the emergency room instead of to work.
After 5 hours at the ER and the most painful ultrasound ever, the diagnosis is a walnut sized cyst on my right ovary.
Wednesday was a trip to my gynecologist’s office for tests and not much else. Because Moo and I are still trying to get pregnant, there’s only so much that can be done for an ovarian cyst. So we’re watching it and I’ll get another ultrasound (Oh boy!) next month.