After the last miscarriage, I had to take what I normally avoid: birth control. Why? To control my insane cycles that included major depressive episodes that my current medicine was not effectively controlling; nausea and/or vomiting; and intense cramping that left me breathless. Also, the bleeding was mild and came and went over 9 days.
But I have hesitated to take the BC. My first experience, in the beginning two months of our marriage, was not good. It turned me crazier than I already was.
However, my doctor explained that it would help with the overactive cysts (another thing that accompanied the miscarriages), keep the bleeding regular, and control my intense mood swings.
So I caved.
And it became my–almost–best friend. That little pill worked wonders until I was ready to try again.
But the third miscarriage put me into another hormonal/period tail swing. So I went to my therapist–the red pill–and began a new regimen. Again, things righted themselves (except for the major depressive episodes, yuck), and all has been good in my world.
Until the scale topped out at 20 lbs heavier than before the miscarriage. What the hell? I kind of expected 10 lbs but 20, 20! I think the weight gain might be creating major depressive episodes at this point. And anxiety attacks. Oh my.
So I’m going to bid good-bye to my friend. It’s been a lovely relationship full of give and take. You took my body and I gave my soul. Or something like that. For real, though, adieu. And good riddance.
What type of birth control do you use? Do you like it? (Come on, don’t be shy. Sharing is caring. And it makes me feel better.)
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