Jagged Little Pill

I took my first BCP yesterday. So far so good, at least physically. A friend asked me today if this was part of a strategy of treatment and I had to admit I didn’t know. Am I just going to be on BCPs now forever? It sure seemed like it when my doc told me to call back when I was running out (he gave me two starter packs) and they would call in another Rx. So…this is it then? The decision has been made for me that it’s time to hang up the stirrups? I’m being told to take BCPs now because it’s the “best and easiest way” to deal with my suddenly perimenopausal cycles and symptoms. I know it will also help to starve whatever endo is still lurking or has formed since my lap in May 2004. Ergo, going off of it after some period of time would seem counter-productive. I just can’t wrap my brain around the fact that now I cannot get pregnant, no matter how perfect the timing might be, or the fact that my one remaining good egg decides it’s time to come floating down the chute, or my husband’s already stellar sperm has a particularly good day.

I was going to tell my long and sordid history with BCPs, as I alluded to in an earlier post, but I think I will leave that for a day in the near future.

Below is a picture from our 4th of July outing, this was taken just before the aforementioned dunking. Hubby is in the background, trying to get back up on his stand-up ski after a fall. He falls a lot. Which is why he wears a helmet. He looks really sexy in a X-games sort of way.