The summer before last, when I started on the Clomid, my periods were nowhere near regular. In fact I hadn’t had one in something like four months, with a six-month stretch before that. When I started the clomid, and even once we stopped it because no matter how many fertility drugs I take I will never be pregnant, I have been getting my period every month.
Except this month. This month I’ve had it three times.
Yeah, you read that right.
Now, let me clarify: Four weeks ago, I had about a half day of bleeding, then it went away. I still had all the cramping and the mood swings, though.
Two weeks ago, I had about one day’s worth of bleeding. Plus cramps and mood swings.
And it started again yesterday (and is still going strong today).
What’s going on here, I do not know. PCOS is weird. Am I having menopause? At 33? I do not know. I would make an appointment with my family doctor, but she’s really busy and I don’t want to bother her with something like this. Aside from which since it’s not an “emergency situation” my appointment would likely be in three months anyway.
ANYWAY!!!!!!!!
I just wanted to mention how the hormones, they are… fascinating.
This morning I was watching the Rock N Roll Hall Of Fame 25th Anniversary concert on HBO. Paul Simon sang “You Can Call Me Al”. Then he called Graham Nash and David Crosby out and they all sang “Here Comes The Sun”.
Rob came out of his office to watch with me, and all of a sudden he noticed that I was crying. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I miss George Harrison!”
To cheer me up, he started talking about how Art Garfunkel was probably hiding somewhere in the wings, getting all pissed off. “Oh, yeah, Paul? You need TWO guys to do the high parts now? F You!” I giggled.
Next up was Dion, and then Little Anthony and the Imperials. I left to go put on pants so that we could go grocery shopping. Suddenly I hear “Love! Love! Come here! Crazy hippies! CRAZY HIPPIES!”
I came running back into the livingroom (not an easy feat when you only have your pants halfway pulled up) and there were Paul and Art, in the middle of “Sounds of Silence”. I was all “Oh yay it’s Art!” Rob said “You missed it! Art Garfunkel rappelled onto the stage via bungee cord and then he kung fu kicked David Crosby in the neck and yelled “I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO SING THE HIGH PARTS MOFOS!”
And Art looked so happy to be singing in his Hawaiian shirt with his old buddy Paul, that I started crying. Again.
“Louise, what’s wrong now?”
“I miss Art Garfunkel!” (I know. Hormones. I think I meant I missed a time when Art Garfunkel was readily available as a Paul Simon side dish).
“OH MY GOD WOMAN HE’S RIGHT THEEEEEEEEEERE! ON THE TV! RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF US!
Do you mean that you miss him being in our house? WHEN IS HE EVER IN OUR HOUSE? Does he come over for tea and I don’t know? Is Art Garfunkel bringing his patchouli all up in my house when I’m not around? ARE YOU HELPING HIM TO HIT THE HIGH NOTES?”
Then Rob hugged me, and we went off to the store. We’re home now, and since I recorded it, I’m actually watching the concert and not crying. I’m glad Art’s hitting all the high notes without me there to help him.
OH I DIDN”T SEE THIS PART EARLIER! BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS YO!
Ahem. Okay bye.