It's official...

...I was diagnosed with PCOS.

Dude, PCOS sucks. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome sucks.

It has all the least desirable symptoms as a woman and there's no cure. It's just "manageable." Great. Awesome. Wonderful.

My least favorite symptom is "trouble losing weight" because what woman wants it to be extra challenging to lose the extra pounds.

While my doctor suggested about a year ago that I had PCOS, after a conversation with my sister-in-law (my brother-in-law's wife), who was told that she'd never have kids and is now about to pop one out, she suggested that I have an ultrasound to officially check for cysts. She was told she had PCOS, but when they checked for cysts she didn't have any.

Here's my tip for anyone who needs to have a sonogram or ultrasound done vaginally....GO TO THE BATHROOM FIRST. I wish someone had told me that. I went in for my appointment and they sent me into the ultrasound room where they told me to disrobe from the waist down and then use the pink paper drape. Then they inserted the ultrasound wand.

Ultrasound wands and full bladders DO NOT MIX.

The ultrasound tech even remarked "Wow, your bladder is full."

All I could think was, "YEAH NO KIDDING YOU'RE PRESSING ON IT AND IT'S NOT HELPING."

So, if you have a vaginal ultrasound on deck, be sure to evacuate your bladder first.

Unfortunately, they did find cysts on my ovaries.

AWESOME. YAY. WOO HOO.

Said no one ever.

Now that we're officially trying, it just adds to the pot of complication.

But I'm not going to let this get me down!