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and if I’d kept my original appointment, I’d’ve known by now if the evil evil cysts have left the building.  Of course, if that were the case, I’d currently be blogging about how little I enjoy the company of Dr. Bigshot, with probably a bit of a whine about ‘why oh why didn’t I wait!’ [...]

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Recurring fantasies

Because I seem to be incapable of not self-analyzing every twinge and symptom/lack thereof, I am going to announce that I feel quite confident that those horrible cyst-things seem to be gone.  At least as far as I can tell.  No more bloating, no more pain, and my moderate “don’t eat donuts for breakfast & [...]

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If I had to guess…

…I’d guess that these pesky cysts are close to deflating?  bursting?  What the hell does a finished follicular cyst do?  Whatever they do, I’m not nearly as tender as I was, and nowhere near as bloated.  So that’s a good thing.  Makes me hopeful that things might be getting back to normal.  
Yes, that’s right [...]

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I’m a healthy, self-knowing, tree-hugger

All I can say is that if this is what women with PCOS feel like most of the time, I am in awe of their powers of endurance.
Bloated, sore, hesitant to move too quickly lest something bump up against my oh-so-tender innards. Leery of the dog leaping up into my arms, as is her [...]

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I hate infertility.

Yep, Mo, I’m right there with you.
I’m hating all sorts of things about myself and my body these days, and I hate that, too.
In fact, I hate hating infertility.  I’ve always rather liked being a girl.  Except for a minor departure from form in High School, I’ve always rather liked my body – stocky and [...]

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