For the first time in almost two years, I’m waiting anxiously for my period to start. I want it to start. Dr. B is almost positive that we won’t be pregnant this month, and I’m convinced that I’ll finally start feeling better once it does.
The stabbing, burning pain from the cysts has turned into an intense cramping. It was getting a little better every day, and I was starting to have a little more energy every day. Until I woke up at 4:30 this morning with the worst cramps I’ve had in years… Blah. I’ve been sleeping a lot. Some days I can’t stop eating, other days food sounds like the worst idea ever. I’m hoping the calorie intake is balancing out. I only have one vicodin left. I’m saving it just in case things start to feel worse. These cysts are definitely worse than last time, so I’m assuming they’ll take longer to feel better. I can touch my stomach now, which is a huge improvement.
It’s still making me crazy that all of this pain is really for nothing. There’s nothing good or beneficial about this. There will be no baby from this.