It seems to happen that whenever I get to a point where I'm able to set aside my struggle and engage in life like a normal person, my body decides to throw a weird symptom at me. I was feeling good this week! I was getting into the swing of my new job and staying on top of homework and overall doing well! But obviously, that couldn't last. Basically, PCOS is an insecure friend who hates it when I hang out with anyone else. Like, you know in movies when there's that one "friend" who goes to crazy, lying, manipulative lengths to sabotage the main character's relationship for some flimsy and really not believable reason that almost always comes down to jealousy? I'm talking From Justin to Kelly status (yes, I watched that movie this weekend (no, I don't want to talk about why (shut up.))). PCOS is that friend. Every time.
This week it was weird, sharp abdominal cramps on one side, breast pain, and then today some random spotting. I hate the spotting the most because it was spotting that made me think I was pregnant way back when. You know, when I was starry-eyed and thought my body could do no wrong. Back then, I figured it was implantation bleeding. But, nope! My body just does whatever it wants whenever it wants. YOLO, I guess.
So obviously this go-round I'm not getting my hopes up. Instead, I'm just getting irrationally angry. That's healthier, right? Progress?
Also, for those that were wondering, Husband's Best Friend is having a girl. Arizona Sister-in-Law (who is actually no longer moving to Arizona so maybe I should come up with a new name for her. But, you know, later) was unable to discover the sex of her baby today because the silly little boy or girl was apparently doing cartwheels in the womb and making it impossible for the ultrasound tech to see their tiny, baby genitals. So now they have to wait two more weeks. It basically sucks.
