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" Do You Talk About Your Bowels? I do. I will openly discuss the State of the Bowels, and would be happy to televise the conversation like the State of the Union. And sadly, I think that more people would watch the State of the Bowels. I mean, if you are going to cut into Grey&amp;#039;s Anatomy, there better be talk of disgusting bodily functions. I started having number two problems when I started with fertility treatments. Namely, when I had my laparoscopic surgery to check for endometriosis. The pain pills were really fun, and made me realize how people can get hooked on pain pills. Percocet is, like, the sexiest pain pill I&amp;#039;ve ever encountered. And between us? I have half a bottle left, just in case. If Mark tries to take it, I am not above gnawing his arm off before the pill makes it over his lips. I&amp;#039;m just saying... So the pain pills made me feel good enough to move around and work, but they slow things down in the deuce department. And then the Clomid started, followed by Lupron, Follistim, Progesterone (Oh, my!). I can&amp;#039;t pinpoint the exact drug in the fertility cocktail that caused the backup, but I suspect it was a little of all of them, because the problem never really went away. I was doing one treatment after another for 5 months, and was constipated the entire time.  To me, the most annoying side effect of fertility treatments is by far the bloating. I could never find a way to relieve it - even cutting down on sodium and carbonated beverages while bulking up on fiber and protien didn&amp;#039;t help. And the constipation was just another annoying variable in the clogged equation. Right now you are grossed out or annoyed (or both) and wondering why I feel it is necessary to discuss the State of the Bowels with you. I don&amp;#039;t blame you. But, I could never find relief for the problem. It was miserable being completely bloated with 25 follicles attached to grapefruit-sized ovaries, and anything left in my body taking up room just made the situation worse. Laxatives? Not an option during treatments. Stool Softener? Psh. Puhleeze. Pointless. I know I&amp;#039;m not the only one with this problem. What&amp;#039;s an infertile girl to do? Other than cry all day, or shake her fists at the heavens?  So this continued on for me for the past 7 months. Until one sweet day when my favorite blogger, Amalah, revealed her secret pooping weapon. Activia. I know, right?! From the tone of the commercials, it appears that you need to be a card carrying member of AARP to even purchase Activia! You would think you&amp;#039;d have to be a bona-fide old timer to enjoy the benefits of Activia, perhaps over Bingo or between rounds of shuffle board! At the recommendation of Amalah, I waddled my constipated ass to the grocery store and bought a 24 pack of Activia. That is how strong, and sad, my faith in her recommendation was. Amalah pooped from Activia! Well, shit! I&amp;#039;m all over that! I&amp;#039;ve been eating Activia for a week. A sweet, sweet week. Perhaps the best week of my life (in the bowel movement department). Ladies and gentlemen, members of congress, distinguished guests, and fellow citizens: The State of the Bowel? Is CLEAR. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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