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Christmas and Reproductive Issues - Elizabeth Unexplained
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Christmas and Reproductive Issues
It was Christmas Day 1983. I was thirteen. If you look at the pictures I look enough like the me of today that I don't think any of you would have trouble recognizing me, but from the way I was dressed you might be able to tell that this was a me in no hurry to grow up. I was wearing a rose-pink dress with poofy sleeves and a full skirt. I was also wearing white knee socks instead of nylons, even thouh I had both. I'd gotten the gift I'd wanted most, which was a stuffed unicorn. We'd opened presents first thing in the morning. It wasn't the vast piles of presents that I'd been fantasizing about, but I was happy. It wasn't a white Christmas, but I was regretfully old enough to understand the climate of Long Island made snow in December fleeting and rare. Still, I was content to eat mince pies and watch old Christmas movies on the TV while snuggled up with my new unicorn. I was a kid, it was Christmas, I had my presents and I was going to be happy.

My body had other ideas. I started to feel uncomfortable. I tried going to the bathroom to relieve the feelings. There I discovered a gift that had not been on my list to Santa. Unlike most 13 year old girls, I had not been eagerly awaiting my first period. I wanted to stay a child. Still, I knew it had to happen eventually, and the fresh white underwear I'd put on that morning did include a bra. I figured I'd tell Mom, put in my very first maxi pad, and go back to enjoying Christmas. I was a bit deluded. None of the books I'd read or the health classes I'd had really mentioned menstrual cramps. They kept emphasising that the blood didn't mean you were hurt or injured, like we were supposed to freak out about the blood. They failed to mention the overwhelming urge to curl up on the couch clutching your lower abdomen and moaning. I left off the moaning, as it seemed a bit over the top. Also not covered in the books or class was the fact that the maxi pads of the time did not work so well, even when fresh and new. They bunched up between your legs and so you ended up getting blood all over your best white underpants anyway. I instantly not a fan of my period. That Christmas was pretty much ruined for me, though I did feel better several hours later. At least I knew that I'd have no trouble remembering the exact date of my first period when I had a daughter of my own who wanted to know.

By last Christmas the hypothetical daughter of my own who I would tell the tale to when she wondered when she'd get her own first period was worryingly tardy about the appointment she had with my womb. I'd gone to see my doctor about it, and was armed with the command to put on five pounds and go in for blood tests on the third day of my next cycle. Now this Christmas I'm no closer to that hypothetical daughter, not to mention spending it away from my parents for the first time ever. Margaret is in New Zealand on a belated honeymoon and Dad just had a procedure to deal with some early prostate issues, so there wan't any point to going home when my parents weren't going to be up to hosting us. Warren and I did our solstice vigil, but we didn't even bother considering making a party of it, and I didn't even consider getting a tree. I just can't get into it. I think if there's still no baby by this time next year I won't ever be able to really enjoy the holiday again. I may not believe in Santa any more, but I'm starting to believe there is a Grinch, and its my uterus.

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chenoameg From: chenoameg Date: December 26th, 2005 04:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
"I think if there's still no baby by this time next year I won't ever be able to really enjoy the holiday again. "

I've just spent the last week surrounded by my husband's family which is exhausting, so if this doesn't come out right give me a second chance.

This sounds to me like a sign of depression. Yes, I realize you have a reason to be depressed. But that doesn't mean you can just ignore it. Decide now "if such and such happens I'll go see a therapist", in case you keep sinking and can't make that sort of decision later.
enugent From: enugent Date: December 28th, 2005 12:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm really sorry you're still having so much trouble with this. How did the endo blood test come out? Are you still planning on a lap and/or IUI next month?

And on the depression thing, drop me an email if you need the contact info for a really good psychiatrist. And remember, the Grinch stole the presents, but Christmas came to Whoville anyway. I'm still betting on your uterus having a change of heart, too.
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greyautumnrain From: greyautumnrain Date: January 3rd, 2006 01:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry! I realize that all the complaining about my fertility issues is probably not going over so well with my regretfully single female friends. I know a few others who would probably rather be in my shoes, at least I have Warren.
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