I went to the Dr. and she confirmed it. I do have PCOS. I have been throwing my self quite the pity party lately and have decided to pull myself out of it. So, maybe it'll be harder to get pregnant. I have wanted children all my life. I dream about having babies. Which makes me more than willing to jump through any necessary hoops to have them.
Now, I look to the bright side. I have a name and a reason for all those things I hate about myself. Maybe even a solution that will make many of them go away. What's not to love about that? Maybe I'm not bipolar. Maybe I'm not overweight because I'm a lazy slob. Maybe I'm not cursed and the powers that be aren't picking on me. Maybe, really, I am just hormonal.. of the wrong kind. Maybe I'll have energy again. God, I can't even remember what that feels like.
So, I give you the new me. Well, not yet. I give you the beginning of the cocoon that will be the new me. If, no.. Once, I transform, maybe I'll be strong enough to start a revolution!
I should probably start by getting some sleep. It's way past my bedtime...
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