Baby Hold On....

For those of you who don't know Adam and I have been trying to have a baby pretty much since we got married. We haven't had any success. A great thank you to my Doctor, Jill Faatz, MD, I was finally dosed with Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). So we had somewhere to go. A path we could take. I was also diagnosed, you may or may not remember, with type 2 diabetes. So to kill two birds with one stone we started on Metformin (glucophage). So my blood sugar quickly improved (with the help of diet and exercises), but the Metformin wasn't giving us the results we wanted. So back to Dr. F. She gave me a choice this time. My blood sugar is good enough that she asked if I wanted to start on clomid, or if I wanted to keep going with the Metformin.

Well, if you know me, I'm patient, but I've been waiting a long time. I shyly begged for the clomid which we filled yesterday. But before we can get to the clomid we have to go through the (dun dun dun) progesterone phase. Not everyone understands what this means. Let me tell you. It turns a perfectly lovely, normal, fun to be around person from this:


Into this:

Ornery, sensitive, bloated, cranky and generally unpleasant to be around. Sorry Adam, I do love you. Doc told us this would happen, and I should cut myself some slack. Who's gonna cut Adam some slack? He's told me that he's going to carry around twixes and open them like a grenade and throw it at me, and then run, if I got too ornery. I laughed...and kind of hoped he was serious. yummmm chocolate. So if this all goes down the way it's supposed to, Adam will still be alive, and fairly unscathed, I will have my chocolate and we will come out the other side with a cute little human addition to our family.

Wish us luck!

12 June 2011