The end of an era

About 14 years ago, the summer before leaving for college, my dad took me to our family doctor and told them it was time for me to go on birth control.  Yes, my dad rocks, although his reasoning wasn't based on some kind of presumed promiscuity of his college age daughter.  Since the age of 13, I have struggled with dysmenorrhea, which for me is like normal menstrual cramps x1000.  We're talking about completely blinding, debilitating pain.  During my adolescence, I was prescribed a multitude of pain killers and muscle relaxers to no avail and, at the time, my doctor felt I was too young to go on birth control and wanted me to wait until I was 18.

The good news is that birth control took care of this immediately.  Yes, I still get cramping, but it's more like a regular person and doesn't involve turning green, passing out or needing to curl up in fetal position.  My current OB/GYN suggested trying to conceive straight after going off the pill and said if I still have dysmenorrhea symptoms, they probably won't show up again for about 3 months after stopping birth control.  With any luck, Husband can get me knocked up before that!  Seeing as primary dysmenorrhea doesn't affect fertility, and usually goes away completely after childbirth, it's an exciting concept that I might be done with the problem forever.

I took that tiny little pill every night for the last 14 years.  I've been off it for nearly a week now and it's almost like saying goodbye to an old friend.  Sometimes even the best relationships must come to an end right?

A beginning

I'm starting a journey. Not the fun kind that begins with a full cavity search by some bored and underpaid TSA agent. We're talking about the most important creation that I will ever try to make. Yup, we're talking baby making.

This blog is kind of my dirty little secret, for now anyway. While I'm on this journey, I wanted a place to vent, discuss, share and ramble about nothing in particular. I read somewhere that it can be tough to let friends and family know you're trying to conceive, seeing as they'll probably just add stress to the situation, but it's not a bad idea to tell somebody. Well, dear internet, it's out there. Follow along if you wish. :)