About a week ago, you may remember I let everyone know I was most definitely not pregnant as Aunt Flo made a surprise appearance about a week early. Since then, nothing in that area has gone has expected.
Even when I’ve been somewhat irregular in these past few months since PJ’s birth, I knew what to expect during that awful week itself. This time, it hasn’t followed its usual pattern. I’ve been much heavier for longer. (Sorry, I know it’s TMI.) I’m hoping it actually decides to stop tonight when it’s supposed to. (It had better. M and I leave tomorrow to spend two weeks with relatives, and we desperately need a little alone time first, if you know what I mean.)
Also, most of those possible pregnancy symptoms I was complaining about earlier haven’t gone away. I figured the crazy emotions were a result of PMS hormones, but I still tear up at anything. I found myself randomly crying while I was playing a computer game a little while ago. I wasn’t upset about anything; I just couldn’t hold back the tears. I’m never this emotional unless hormones are out of whack, and why should they be right now?
I’ve been fighting nausea badly again today. I had to warn PJ while feeding him lunch that he’d better not choke on anything if I suddenly had to run to the bathroom. I’m still surprised I managed to keep everything down. Even though the worst of the nausea is past now, it doesn’t take much for it to come back. Even thinking about it now is making me feel yucky again.
My boobs are still sore, too. Shouldn’t that have ended when I started? This is definitely not pain from breastfeeding, or weaning. It feels like they did just before I found out I was pregnant with PJ.
And I keep waking up in the middle of the night to pee. The cranberry juice isn’t helping the problem, so it’s either a really, really bad urinary tract infection or it’s not one at all.
So I have no idea what to think. Obviously there’s no way I’m pregnant, but I still feel awful. M and I keep throwing outlandish possibilities out there to explain it, mostly joking, but it’s to cover up our fears that something might be wrong. Any ideas what it could be? I’ve already decided that if things still don’t feel right, I’ll go see a doctor when we get back from our holiday trip. I’m putting it off as long as possible, though. I hate going to see a doctor, especially with such weird, non-descript symptoms.