Two weeks of tiredness<\/a> and lack of energy might not be a clear enough sign on its own. Add to that tender breasts, and the message should be clearer. Still it didn’t click for me. Only when I found myself ravenously hungry did I seriously start to wonder whether I might be pregnant.\n<\/p>\n\nBut since I’d been hoping for a pregnancy for the last three years, and spent the last year or so going from one test to another, regularly getting stuck by needles, while doctors were trying to figure out why my body wasn’t behaving the way it should, I became somewhat cautious and sceptical about such things. I didn’t dare to put forward what would normally be the most obvious explanation, because it is no longer obvious.\n<\/p>\n
\nI always used to feel that my body was working well, and any signals were true. Body says it’s hungry – feed it. Body says it’s tired – rest. Body says this food doesn’t feel good – don’t eat it. But it becomes difficult to know how much I can trust the signals of my body, when I’ve been munching pills for months, just to get the body to do the right thing. And it becomes difficult to separate signal from noise. Is it my body speaking, or is it the pills? I’d just started on a new medication that was supposed to knock some sense into my hormone system, and it seemed likely that any sensations of being off-balance and not-quite-normal would be due to side effects from that medication.\n<\/p>\n
\nAfter the fact, the signal is clear, and the noise was minimal. I just wasn’t listening properly. It is good to know that the signals are still reliable. And I have to admit, despite my general aversion to and distrust of pills and medication, they’ve exceeded my expectations this time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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