Not quite the worst thing

My period is a week late. I tried not to get too excited initially; I've been disappointed before. 


But then I started feeling ill, my nipples were super tender and I was bloated for a week straight. So I took a pregnancy test this morning. This whole time I have been trying not to get my hopes up, telling myself that it doesn't mean anything - but secretly, some little part of me was already jumping up and down and waving her fists in the air.


Except I'm not pregnant.


Not only does this make me feel terrible for having dared to actually hope, it's not a good sign in terms of my periods establishing themselves into a regular cycle. My gyno and I were hoping that thanks to my weight loss (15 kilos as of this morning), it might kick start my body back into a regular cycle. That doesn't appear to be happening.


Next step? Make a gyno appointment. Pass her the baseball bat to beat my ovaries into shape.