Since I haven't had all too many periods considering I've been nursing for 9 months and pregnant for the 9 months before that and pregnant again before that and completely non-functioning prior to my surgery which finally got my lady parts in working order, I don't exactly know what to expect from a "monthly" cycle.
All I do know is that my cycles were always 29 days long following my ovarian drilling. (They were endless before the surgery). I would ovulate on Day 16 or 17 every time. And we only had 4 monitored cycles after surgery, but they were very consistent.
So I was feeling rather dismal about the possibility that maybe, just maybe, my body would finally give me a break and just do what nature says it should do. I had my 1st period after weaning Paisley last month and expected the next 4 weeks later. Well, 29 days later actually.
But 29 days came and went. I thought I should give it more time. 32 days showed up and I decided maybe I should take a pregnancy test just to be sure. Even though I knew immediately the 1st two pregnancies before I even tested. There was just this unusual feeling my body had that told me without a doubt that I was pregnant. And of course, the test was negative. Just as I expected. By day 35, I was throwing in the towel. Sign me up for a hysterectomy because my uterus is just annoying me now. No reason to keep around a broken-down body part that's just taking up space and blood flow.
Except on Day 39, while meeting with our accountant to make sure we aren't going to owe a million dollars in taxes since buying Aaron's vet clinic (we may be selling our organs soon), I started my period again. Nope, it wasn't good timing considering we were in a meeting. And of course it means I'm not pregnant. But the good thing is I started on my own. Better late than never, right?
3 months ago