Victorious

I ran for 20 minutes today--approximately 2 miles. It was amazing. When I saw the 20:00 on the stop watch, I started to tear up, realizing I had done it. Once I got home, I totally burst into tears, crying, "I did it!" and Brad was there to give me a supportive and happy hug as I cried a little more. It's such a monumental accomplishment for me. I'm even tearing up a little now. I used to not even be able to run into the store from the rain, or run after my running toddler and today I ran for 20 minutes. My life has changed and I feel so strong. I'm so grateful.

Yesterday we went to Denver for me to get a fill. The surgeon determined that my port has become detached from my abdominal wall. It's stitched into place at surgery, so somehow, it's no longer stationary. He said he could feel it moving around and had a little bit of a hard time finding it. He was successful, however at getting the fluid in. He said if he's unable to access it in the future, that he will have to go in and reattach it. I'm wondering if I want to wait for problems to arise or perhaps just have him fix it sooner rather than later.

Woman stuff ahead: you've been warned!
I'm also thrilled that I've gotten my period back. I been on birth control pills since I had Adam which basically makes your period hormonally forced, so I've never known if my body is actually working properly and ovulating, or just responding to the hormones. I stopped taking them last month and so this is the first real one. I haven't had a normal, regular period since before I became pregnant with my oldest child who is now almost 11, so it's been a really long time since this part of me was normal. If you don't know, menstruation can stop because of an unhealthy body weight, either too high or too low. So this is another victory for me, to be at a healthy enough weight to menstruate. It might sound wierd, but I'm very happy to have this normal part of womanhood again.