TMI - Molly

Anyone in my immediate family or my husband's family for that matter, would CRINGE at me for writing this. They are a little less "public" about well, everything. If you ask, I will tell you. I wear my heart and probably everything else on my sleeve.

 So the question is....How am I feeling?

Gassy.

I feel like a trucker who ate too many bean burritos.

And today has been the worst. In church, I just wanted to cut the clothes off my body.

Miserable.

And downward dog hasn't helped much.

Even my husband is amazed, well more like appalled. Is this normal???

Flatulence aside, I am feeling pretty good. I am getting enough sleep at night, so naps during the day aren't necessary. I have given into the fact that if I want Taco Bell, I am just going to get Taco Bell. I miss my workouts, but I do realize that I will get back in the yoga room or pool. In fact, our little community pool opens next weekend and I already bought my pass for afternoon lap swims. I can't wait for a swim in the sunshine, even though the idea of getting in a swimsuit right now is what scares me most. My pants are starting to get tight. I find myself unbuttoning my pants in the car, at restaurants, at home, anywhere that I can get away with it. Gaucho pants and Lulu's have been my friend.

We are closing in on 11 weeks this upcoming Wednesday! I have not been 11 weeks in over 3 years. I am still on hormone drugs. PIO shots everyday and 2 doses of Estrace. I return for more blood on Tuesday to see if I can come down a bit lower. They tried to move me to shots every other day, but my progesterone dropped from 72 to 10 (I need to be at least a 20), so back to shots everyday. In fact, no one was home the other day, so I had to go rogue - give myself my own PIO shot in my hip/butt.

I rocked it.

Blood Tuesday, ultrasound Wednesday. Hoping and praying my body kicks in and supplies my much needed hormones so I have end the excess.