Cue IVF, with a therapy session

I feel like I owe the world an update. It’s been so long (only since August 25th, but feels like forever) that I actually just had to go to my blog to see what my last post was. I couldn’t even remember what I talked about.

My last post was the night before my last IUI. Since then, I had the IUI (painful this time, really, but my head nurse declared that “this would be the one”, and it would work). Then, I had my birthday on the 29th, turned 28. I was very glad I was at the beginning of my TWW when my birthday hit, not the end. Then, school started. It was crazy busy as you teachers know – I spent the whole week before my birthday in my room decorating, and after that, preparing the curriculum, attending meetings, and then the kids came. This was the first week of school, and there wasn’t a single day I was home before 4:30, even though I got there at 7:00. I was actually grateful to have school this week, the second half of my TWW, since it would help take my mind off it. And it did.

But let’s just recap for a second. Do you recall how, in my last TWW, I took Crinone (the progesterone cream) for the first time, and no one told me that you don’t get your period while you’re on it? So in those last days, I got all excited for nothing as there was no spotting whatsoever and I thought for sure, I must be pregnant. After a blood test revealed I wasn’t, I stopped the Crinone and got my period a day or two later. And then I blogged that this time, now that I knew Crinone stopped your period, I wouldn’t get my hopes up for anything?

And then this cycle came along. Let’s just keep the story short and say this: I started spotting, on Crinone, a few days ago. Cue excitement. Maybe my nurse was right, you know, maybe it was finally my time…I kind of “felt” pregnant. What’s up with the spotting? I could only assume implantation spotting. But it was so light, that I thought it could’ve been an irritation from the cream, which happens I guess. I did test, BFN.

Until yesterday, when I woke up with some light colors that definitely could be called spotting, but not from the cream, and excitement grew. Even though I’d already been spotting for a full day, it was still so light, it just had to be implantation spotting.

Until today, when I woke up with….

….my period. Really? Really?? Think about this. Last cycle I got my hopes up because nothing happened, only to find out the Crinone delayed it. This cycle I got my hopes up because something happened, a whole lot of something, only to find out that it’s possible for the Crinone NOT to delay your period. WHAT the hell??

And I know it’s my period. Doubling-over cramping, the tampon being a must-have..and it continues to get heavier. As I’m STILL on the damn cream! I thought it wasn’t possible! So freaking frustrating, I can’t even begin to explain it. But you all know.

I did call the nurse, she responded with, “Hmm…that’s weird.” Yes, yes it is. However, she said, I could still be pregnant, so I need to do a blood test tomorrow morning. And I will. But I’m not pregnant. There’s no way. I have a full-on period. And if I was pregnant…I just wouldn’t think all this blood is a good thing. It’s a period.

Cue chocolate cravings and comfort food.

So, that’s the end of of my IUI days. Finishing Clomid was a big deal at the time, and now finishing injectables with IUI’s are old hat. Moving on. What’s next? Oh yeah, IVF.

The only thing I want to say about IVF for now is this: I went to the mandatory IVF seminar last night with my husband. The first half was very informative, our clinic has some of the highest success rates in the country (I hope they’re not just saying this), the doctor really spelled out all the steps for us. I get it. I’m good with it all, except 1) OHSS risks and 2) shots with giant needles in my ass.

But the second half of the seminar was from the psychologist. And I have to say, it was like a giant unexpected therapy session. She started talking about what we must be feeling, all 40 of us or so, and as heads started to nod all around me, I swear to god I almost cried. And I’m not really that type. It’s just – so SAD that we are going through this, so shitty of a situation I never in my life thought I’d be facing, and yet, so NICE to see 40 people sitting there smiling and nodding, and you just know, they get it. They get it more than anyone else could. And that’s also why I continue to blog here, for that same community feeling.

In addition, the psychologist validated my feelings. And I already know my feelings and emotions, and I’m actually doing fine overall, with the exception of the screaming bitterness I feel on a regular basis. Otherwise I’m good. I never thought I needed validation. But it’s crazy – I did. She started talking about how we’ve probably all heard the stupid comments people make, like, “Just relax. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to,” and “don’t stress, or you’re going to make it worse”. All things I’ve HEARD! And then we all laughed, because it’s so true. And she talked about how some people have kept this horrible secret in forever, and perhaps they might want to think about sharing it. VS people who started off telling the whole world (um, me) and are now starting to think it might be better to keep your mouth shut (yes, that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking lately). It’s like she read my mind! And how sometimes, the people you tell and get the better feedback from are your friends, or strangers, rather than family members (hence why I continue to tell the blogging world). It was just…so what I’m feeling. And obviously everyone else there too. It was just nice. That’s all. Nice. Even though I wanted to cry the whole time. I even raised my hand (like a big girl) and told everyone how the follistim shots are nothing to be scared of whatsoever, since I was one of the few who had done any shots before. It’s an emotional thing, and I – let’s just say if you know me, you know I don’t like to be..vulnerable. I hate to be emotional. Hate it. Because I hold myself together, and I pride myself on that. But last night I was very emotional, and I realized, you know what, this is shitty, this is really shitty. Why have I been trying to play it off? I don’t want people to think I’m a mess, that’s why. I’m not a mess. I laugh, I enjoy myself, I love my job. I’m good. But it’s not..okay. This is not my life.

And then tonight we were walking the dogs, and my husband said, “You know, I really actually enjoyed that class last night. It was nice to know there were others sitting in the same room as us who get what we are going through.” And cue more emotions. I feel bad for him, I do. I feel bad for me, I feel bad for us. This just sucks, big time. Yet, as upset as I felt last night, I also felt..relief. And almost a little giddy. I suppose a little therapy doesn’t hurt anyone.

Since I’m not sure when I’ll be back for a new post, because, really, what is there to say, I’ll share the new plan.

The new plan is, I am meeting with the doctor on the 17th to go over our IVF plan, wait out the 20 or so days left in my cycle, get Provera, start a period…and then the IVF process starts. So we’re looking at October, which I knew. Maybe IVF will work. Hopefully.

I’m a quitter and a liar. Oh, and a complainer.

Warning: Lots of bitter complaining and venting ahead.

Hmm, let’s see. Should I bitch first about my fertility woes or my inner food fight? I’ll start with the fertility stuff, as that is what this blog was made for in the first place.

I’m pissed off, I guess you could say. I’m mad at my nurse/doctor. Never did a single person in that office care to inform me that when you are on Crinone (the progesterone cream) during your TWW, you will not get your period until you stop it. There will be no spotting, either. Progesterone keeps your AF signals at bay. Not only that, but it actually tricks you into thinking you are pregnant by providing you with (what I believe to be) pregnancy signs. Minor, occasional cramping, chest growth we’ll just say, and painful as well, and, oh yeah, sky-rocketing temperatures. Had I known all of this, I wouldn’t have made the errors I did.

I started temping at 10DPIUI, and over the next few days, my temp soared to 99.6 degrees. I kid you not, and I’m not sick. Felt fine, just hot. I thought I may have had a superbaby in there or something. Wow – and the spotting isn’t here yet either?! And the days continued with temps still high enough, no spotting, and I thought – hold on a second. Let’s do a quick Google search. Sure enough, Crinone and Prometrium (the other commonly prescribed progesterone treatment) cause high temps, pregnancy symptoms, and you will not get your period until it’s over. Gosh, it sure would have been nice to have known that. I did it again – I got my stupid hopes way too high up.

I just had no idea. Now I know. Now, next cycle, I will not temp, not once, because they aren’t actually reflecting the true temps I would have. I will not overly analyze soreness and other preggo symptoms. I will not smile with delight at the lack of spotting; the lack of AF signs. I will just know that I will be completely in the dark as to whether I am actually pregnant or not until it shows up on a test. I did test twice, by the way. So mad I wasted two of those tests.

This all sounds like I must have my period, right? Nope. Now, my nurse had me in for bloodwork next week, what would have been 17DPIUI – that seemed excessive to me, but I wasn’t too concerned two weeks ago. Now I’m thinking – you expect me to wait that long? Absolutely not. If I am not pregnant, I am not waiting until Day 17 to stop the stupid cream and hear that I’m not pregnant. It worked out for me today because I was hoping to go on vacation next week for a few days, so I called this morning and asked if I could do it today. They said fine. (Next cycle, remind me to lie around 13DPIUI and say I’m going on another vacation…) So I trekked in today, had the blood done, knew I wasn’t pregnant, now that Dr. Google has taught me a thing or two, and stuck it to the man by not taking the Crinone this morning before I even went in. The nurse, when she called hours later, assumed I had. No, I figured it all out. That cream is done.

The nurse, though, was not my nurse. A weekend nurse. “Oh, I’m so sorry to have to tell you this,” she starts, “But I’m afraid you’re not pregnant.” You know what? I already know that. I got that blood test done because I’m supposed to. And I don’t really even want to hear the words. That said, I appreciate her kindness. I do. That’s when I asked about the Crinone and she said, “Oh yeah, you won’t get your period while you’re on that.” Wow, thank you so much! Just in time!

I’ve never been in this position before, so this is a first: My cycle is over, but I don’t actually have my period yet. CD1 is not here. It’s like..CD 95 or something redonkulous like that. I should’ve gone for an even 100. So I’m waiting. Fine, whatever, I’m ready for the period (“Your lining was extra thick,” the nurse says, “So you might have an unusually heavy period.” I can’t wait.) and I’m ready for the shots to the gut. Let’s do this. But my vacation hangs in the stupid balance, because I have to come in on CD2 for the baseline ultrasound. I wanted to go on vacation Monday or Tuesday. Hopefully my period comes soon, because if it doesn’t, I might not be able to go anywhere this week, and sitting around waiting for my period is not how I wanted this week to go. I’m irritated, I’m sure you can tell. Another IUI down the drain and a possibly ruined vacation. On to the next one.

And on to my next round of complaining. This Paleo diet – I’m done with that, too. I feel bad, I have to say. I feel like a quitter and a liar. I’ve always known I was a quitter (I stop any job when it gets too hard, especially physical labor, I did quit the track team once, I quit piano lessons when I only had one more recital before I graduated high school…I quit things. Wanna fight about it?) but one thing I am not is a liar. I literally cannot lie without my face turning bright red and the guilt just oozes out of me. I have to own up to it right away. But this time, I feel like I lied to you, because I went on and on and on about how awesome Paleo is and how I can do anything for 30 days. But I can’t, because I’m a quitter.

Not that the Paleo diet can’t be awesome. It can be. Just not for me. I am fully aware that the first week or two of the Paleo diet (especially when you’re super strict about it) causes the Paleo flu. I had it for Days 2 and 3, for sure. But even after the initial major stomach aches and fever subsided, I still felt like crap all week long. It was different symptoms (headache, dizziness, extremely fatigued, sluggishness, and insomnia) but some of those could’ve been from the stupid Crinone as well, so it’s hard to know. What I do know is that the large amount of food I prepared last Sunday ended up in the garbage. Mostly the vegetables, because I didn’t pay attention to the fact that even a bite of a raw pepper would send me heading to the bathroom, so I really couldn’t eat vegetables all week long. That’s just money down the drain, in my eyes. Not to mention without the vegetables, my diet was consisting of endless amounts of meat and shrimp, bananas, and sweet potatoes. And to be honest, I’m not sure I can eat another sweet potato for a long time. The thought of the eggplant that was sitting in the fridge is currently making my stomach turn. Zucchini? Don’t even go there. And (shudder) I need a break from ground meat. It was in my breakfast, it was in my lunch, it was in every meal. No veggies, it was a meat diet for a week. And I felt like such crap.  But even all this, which is just a bunch of “suck it up and get over it”, isn’t what caused me to cancel the challenge.

It was my favorite Paleo blogger, ironically enough, who posted a link to this article. That article, if you don’t want to read, can be summed up in the following: If you have thyroid problems or PCOS (hello, yes, that’s me) you need to have carbs in your diet or you’re going to make your health problems worse. We’re not like normal women (thanks so much), and it’s actually detrimental to our health not to have 100-200 grams of carbs (I keep typing “crabs”, ha) daily. Not veggies as carbs. That’s not what she means. Now, it doesn’t mean I have to go and consume a pizza, though I wouldn’t complain. It means I need to add back into my diet the lovely rice and potatoes. Ahhh. So much better. Just those two things have saved my sorry ass from this damn challenge. And that was all the convincing I needed to bring back those staples into my diet. I know there’s more to the story, including a whole bunch of sciency gobbly-gook that totally does make sense, but it made me feel so much better.

And since the challenge rules have been broken, I no longer feel bad at all about bringing back these into my diet: Sugar-free gum (gasp!) and stevia. In addition, there are just some times where you just…cave. OMG I had ranch dressing today! Say it isn’t so! Yup, and white potatoes too, at a shower I went to. Oh yeah, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I’m bad.

So now that I’ve totally caved and couldn’t commit to this one freaking thing, I realize – this is my happiness on the line here. You know, if I wasn’t a bitter mess, maybe I’d keep trying. But right now, that sounds like a giant no. The phrase “comfort food” exists for a reason.

But just so I don’t sound like a total unhealthy mess, I am going to keep a couple of things going, because the one compliment I can give to this first week of the Paleo diet is that my hives disappeared and my bloating completely went away. That’s the sign of my autoimmune issues smiling of delight inside. I really need to keep those hives away, while still getting sleep and not feeling like my stomach is going to twist into a pretzel. I also lost two pounds – my husband lost five. I am still 100% gluten-free, which is easy as pie. I am still 95% sugar-free, meaning day-to-day I am completely, like, dessert-free, but a few things that have a little sugar in them (like ketchup, yay!) I’m not going to have a heart attack over. That and when I’m on vacation, I’m having ice cream once. Full sugar and dairy, but a small. I’ll still pay later. It’s worth it. And I’m going to be about 95% dairy-free. Too much dairy does bother me, and totally bloats me. So I’m going to keep cheese away, mostly, and I don’t drink milk anyway. It’s only the vacation ice cream.

Grain-free? Well…I’m keeping rice. If I didn’t, I’d be…back on Paleo. There’s only so many ____-free’s I can do. Dairy, sugar, and gluten seems good enough right now.

Yes, I did totally just reason with myself. And provide myself with excuses that make me feel better for being a quitter. Especially since my husband is not a quitter – he feels great and joined a Crossfit gym to boot – so I have to watch him make smart choices. We are still having full Paleo meals, but I am adding in rice or a potato.

I do apologize for the epic amounts of whining and sarcasm here, but I must say, I always feel so much better when I’m done! And I know you guys won’t judge me (out loud, anyway) and are always a giant bunch of support systems. I also want to say that today, with the cycle over, I am trying to remind myself how good I really have it, and that so many of you have gone through, and are currently going through, so much more than I am. I do know that, and I keep it in mind. But sometimes, a good venting session is all I need.

 

10DPIUI is the worst day of the TWW.

I know I’m crazy. Being 10dpiui does that to a person.

I must not be alone on this one, because one of my most viewed posts to this day, was 10DPO, and I’ve gone mad! There must be others out there who think this day just totally sucks. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that in my opinion, 10 days into the TWW is the worst day of the whole TWW. You see, at 10 days past, it’s likely too early to test. Yet, you’re getting so close to finding out one way or the other that you start Googling with excitement. Doing this for a few minutes helps you realize that there are some women out there who have, in fact, gotten a BFP on 10DPO. You wonder, could this happen to me, too? Is it worth trying? Then you keep Googling and find more and more people who have gotten their period and you get pissed you wasted that much time at the computer…

Maybe this is just my story. No, there’s no chance in hell I’d test today, for multiple reasons. #1 – BFN’s are sad, and they piss me off. I don’t want to see one unless I absolutely have to. #2 – I’m still taking progesterone, and who knows if the trigger shot is still in my system. The only thing worse than a BFN is a false BFP. That would be beyond devastating. And there’s really no way to know when it’s out of your system, unless you test from 1DPO, which I didn’t do. #3 – this has happened to me a few times now: I test, get a BFN, and then my period shows up within hours. “I should have waited” is what flows through my mind.

So I’m not testing. Yet, like I said before, I’ve hit double digits in the TWW. Game’s on, now. I know I’m nearing the end, and all of a sudden, I’m feeling a bit cray-cray. I was mentally steady up until this point, even thinking about next cycle with some optimism and focusing on my new Paleo 30-Day challenge. I was not thinking about the TWW, and when I did, I reminded myself we used frozen sperm, the count was low, there was nothing extra to “help out”…it’s so likely to be a “no”. Then, I woke up this morning with mild cramps and sore bb’s – a sure sign of my period. I know that feeling. It feels like AF. Except here’s the thing: it’s too early for that. The last few cycles, I have spotted around today or tomorrow (10 or 11 dpiui) but with no cramps. Then, the day AF shows up, that’s when I’m crampy. I would be extremely surprised if AF showed up today. Either way, the cramps were very mild and have now gone away, and nothing has happened. But it’s too early to test.

Like I said, the crappiest day of the TWW is day 10. That said, 11dpiui isn’t so wonderful either. Still too early to test. So, what, am I supposed to just ignore what my body is doing, either with pregnancy or my period, and pretend like it’s not happening? I guess so. It’s the final stretch but I have no control over anything. I just have to wait and see what happens.

This was my first injectable cycle, as well, and my first time using Ovidrel and Crinone. I don’t know what side effects I should be watching out for. I can say that my stomach has been a mess for weeks now, even a few days before the IUI. I don’t know what it was, but eventually it just went away. Then, since starting the Paleo diet challenge, back come the health issues. Not the autoimmune ones – those are nowhere in sight – but the chills, increased body temp (aka Paleo fever), stomach pains. Today, I can add slight headache (which I NEVER get) and occasional dizziness to the list. (Though – for those of you going Paleo or something like it – I feel better today, Day 4 of the challenge. Those stomach pains? Hunger. Just eat often and don’t worry about having an extra banana or sweet potato to settle the stomach!)

But it’s likely nothing to do with a pregnancy. Instead, I’m either fighting off a bug (that’s happened in my TWW before), or these are side effects of the Crinone (anyone know?), or most likely of all, it’s low blood sugar as my body adjusts to this crazy diet. Why did I pick the second week of the TWW to start a brand new diet? My body doesn’t know which way is up.

I’ve been so stable and calm for a while now, the whole month of July. All of a sudden I wake up this morning and I feel like I’m going to jump out a window. I. hate. waiting.

 

Turkey basting, Round 2, and pills galore.

I’ve had my second IUI, first one with injectables instead of Clomid. More on that in a minute.

I hate taking pills. Well, really, I just hate taking medication. I hate that today’s science labs have created something that I need to take in order to make me feel better, and that if I lived in an age where these drugs weren’t available I’d probably die, or something. I suppose I should be grateful. I’ll work on that. I hate my need for medication, most of all.

And apparently, I need a lot. I realized this today, while giving a rundown of my drugs to the nurse at my gyno office. Once upon a time I occasionally took 2 advil for period cramps, or 2 tylenol for a headache. And my birth control pill. I went from that, to this:

-Ranitidine (really Zantac) – not for ulcers, though I may give myself one over time, but for those pesky autoimmune hives. It’s an antihistamine.

-Claritin or Zyrtec – the other antihistamine, I take this with the ranitidine, twice a day.

-Synthroid – the one drug I don’t mind taking, it’s saved my thyroid.

-Probiotic – from RainbowLight, a friend said her stomach felt good on them, and she has a stomach similar to mine. I figured they can’t hurt. Twice a day.

-Psyllium Husk pill – twice a day. These are the only fiber supplements that seem to help with IBS. Again, another autoimmune disease, and Miralax doesn’t touch it.

-Multivitamin – one that actually feels great on the stomach. I wouldn’t mind that after dinner if it were by itself, but it’s joined by the probiotic, psyllium husk, and:

-Vitamin D – allergist said I was low and should take this, and I know it helps with thyroid function.

-Folic acid – multivitamin doesn’t have enough, but the gyno said I could stay on it if I added 400 mg more of it.

-Vitamin B6 – I’ve heard lengthens your LP. Mine was 9 days, and I decided to give it a try based on a friend’s recommendation. It works – went to an 11 day LP to a more recent 13 day LP.

That’s 6 pills with dinner, two with breakfast, two when I get up, two when I go to bed, and one at 5 am with a big drink of water. I HATE all these pills.

Well, after the rundown with the nurse at the gyno, the actual doctor came and did a culture on me, since I just had my third yeast infection in about as many months. Granted, I had that infection a week ago, and with the IUI last Sunday I wanted it cleared up by then, so a nurse at the RE’s office gave me the Diflucan, plus a prescription for 2 more, thank god. That pill is a miracle worker. Anyway, the culture today probably won’t show any yeast issues, because I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait a week to be tested. Not to mention, the results will probably be screwed up because I took my first dose of Crinone this morning, before the appointment.

After the culture, the doctor at the gyno really had no words of advice for why I get these yeast infections, and I was all prepared to battle against the typical, idiotic comments: Do you wear tight clothes? Shower after exercise? Take a probiotic?…blah, blah, blah. This isn’t my first rodeo. But she didn’t ask. Instead, she told me to start taking – wait for it – more pills.

-Cranberry pills, 2 of them, twice a day.

-Acidophilus – another probiotic, twice a day. I checked my current probiotic, not the same stuff in there, it’s different. Should I continue to take the one I already have, too?

Adding these to the cocktail will put me at 9 pills at dinner, 5 at breakfast…so on and so forth. Doesn’t this seem excessive? Yet, many are supplements, not hard drugs, and most were recommended by various doctors (which is a whole other story – I hate that I need 8,000 doctors. Whatever happened to going to my primary care when I had strep throat?)

I suppose I could stop certain pills, maybe. People who see me take out my pill container must think I’m nuts. But yet – my thyroid is perfect right now. Other than being 10 pounds overweight, I feel good. Hives are down, I’m attempting to get pregnant…I just don’t want to jinx it, basically. And I get the feeling that when you have autoimmune issues, you’re short on a bunch of vitamins. Supplements should be my friend.

Okay, on to the IUI. Like I said, it was Sunday morning. In my last post, I was worried about it, because of the yeast infection and the fact that we were using my husband’s frozen sperm. Add to the mix the fact that I had some sort of weird stomach bug….I felt fine until I ate or drank anything, even water…and then it all came out. This went on for 3 days. I barely ate. I just assume that such a weird thing will somehow manifest itself in my uterus.

And just as I thought, it was kind of sucky. My husband’s count before the freezing was 43 million, which was way down from 140 million last time, which is weird. But either way. After freezing and thawing, it was 7 million. Wow. That’s a big loss. She said they want to see it at least 5 million, so 7 million was fine. But still. We had no choice – we had to do it this way. My husband is always home, always. But a year ago he signed up for the Ironman race, it cost a lot of money – it was happening. My IUI was the day of his race. Nothing I could do about it. Not only did the count suck, but the Sunday nurse whom I had never seen before got me in a half hour late, when I was told I could be in a half hour early, and by the time it was done it was a good hour later than I had hoped, considering I was driving 4 hours to see my husband finish the race. And she sucked. Couldn’t match up the holes, or something, she said. It took a while to figure it out, and painful all the while. Thanks, lady.

She recommended we have sex that night, just to strengthen our chances. Well, my husband was coming off a 15-hour race, and we were staying in a tiny camper with his parents. Needless to say, sex was not an option. So, my second IUI, first with injectables, was done with the least amount of luck possible. Small count, no additional sex, a yeast infection, and a stomach bug.

Afterwards, I did drive 4 hours to see my husband finish his race, which he did at 10:30 at night. He started at 7 am. It was very cool, he did a great job, and it is quite an accomplishment.

And now, I’m in the TWW. My 4th time in a year. This time, I have no clue how things are looking, and I will continue to think nothing of it. I’m not temping (I haven’t since April, the last time I was in a TWW) – so I actually have no clue when I officially ovulated. I assume, being two days after the IUI, that I am 2 DPO, but who knows. I’m not checking any “symptoms” – they’re all in my head anyway. I’m already planning my next cycle. And I think we’ve reached our decision – I want to do another injectable with IUI. We have the option of going to IVF, and our insurance covers it, thank god. But I don’t think this IUI was given a fair chance. I want to do it right this time, with fresh sperm and sex, and I assume there will be less shots, now that the doctor knows what works and what didn’t. A second chance at the IUI, then IVF. That’s what I’m thinking right now.

The Crinone – ugh. You’ve warned me. It reminds me of those days of Monistat, before I knew about Diflucan. Gross, and I’m already itchy. Any side effects from this I should know about? And besides “cleaning house” up there every few days, is there anything else I should do to lessen the grossness? Does anyone actually have sex while they’re on this? And how long are you on this? Just the TWW?

Finally, the pregnancy test. I probably won’t even get to this point, because I plan on waiting a long-ass time to test. Maybe I’ll even try to surprise myself – “Oh, my, look at the date, I haven’t gotten my period on time!” Probably won’t happen. But I’ve heard the trigger shot skews results. The LAST thing I want is to get a false positive, the first time ever seeing one. How long until it’s out of your system?

I appreciate the words of advice you guys give me. I try to stay away from Google, and ask you instead. 🙂