Did I ever tell you about the day I found out about Baby Dowdel?Since college, maybe even before, I had reoccurring cysts on my ovaries. My doctors were never quite sure if I would conceive without the help of drugs or treatment. Over time, I decided adoption would be the best option for me rather than turn myself upside down. I was worried my life would become a stressful obsession with having a kid, and I didn't want that to take over my marriage.
So, around June of last year, after much spiritual searching and discussion with Tim, I went off of the hormone pills I was taking. I was scared, honestly, because these pills were the main thing keeping my cysts at bay. I thought that if a cyst grew within the first few months after I had quit the pills, that would mean absolute failure. I'd have to go back to taking them, readjust again (which had been difficult for me to do the first time), and try something new later.
A few months passed, and nothing happened. I had no signs of a natural cycle or a cyst. I began working out more aggressively, deciding that I could, at the very least, keep the rest of my body healthy. I decided to increase my speed and mileage during my runs. For a few days this went well. Then I noticed that no matter how hard I tried, I could not make myself go faster. My stomach felt strange, and I was running in an awkward way, as if I had a leg cramp. This is where things turned into an episode of Friends.
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