I have finished my first progesterone prescription and also finished off the clomid. I had all the labs completed and time is marching on. I also now have an "official" diagnosis of insulin resistant PCOS. Truthfully this gave me a scare as we were reaching this conclusion. Dr. Get me Pregnant accidentally ordered the wrong glucose test which made it appear as though I was a full blown diabetic when the results came back in. Luckily Nurse Fabulousity caught it, reversed the charges and got the Dr. to order the correct test. Which means that I had to drink that disgusting glucose stuff a second time. The second lab came back only slightly abnormal, and hopefully the metformin will be enough to put it to rights. The other labs showed low estrogen, high androgen and left me with baseball sized bruises up and down my arms.
Mark's labs also came back slightly abnormal but the Dr. thinks that there is a good chance it was a fluke. He is supposed to see a Urologist to be retested in a few months, so we will see how things go. Want to know a secret? A small, and I do mean small, teeny weeny, part of me hopes that Mark's test results were not a fluke. Part of me wants to not be the only one with issues, wants to not be our only impediment towards parenthood. I'm awful. However, a much larger part of me hopes that the results really were just a fluke.
Surprisingly, the side effects of the clomid have been none existent for the most part (so far). The progesterone was another story. Two days after finishing the treatment, I honestly was wishing for death I was in SO MUCH PAIN! I have never experienced muscle aches,cramping and emotional loss of control like that in my entire life. I am really hoping that I will not have to go through that again next month!
I can't seem to function except in terms of fertility treatments. It has invaded every aspect of my life. Activities are planned around when meds need to be taken, or when ovulation might occur. I can't focus on school and my grades are suffering from it. I really need to buckle down. I know I should be realistic and accept that this will most likely not be a successful month, but that fragile, paper thin hope is there. Terrifying. Exciting. Exhilarating. Horrifying.