I'm on Cloud 9!!!

My post-op appointment went well today. When Dr. K walked into the room he asked me if I was mad at him when I woke up from my surgery. I said, "Honestly, I was a little mad, but not at you. Part of me wanted something to be wrong so I would have a reason why I wasn't getting pregnant again. But the other part of me was relieved." He said he understood, and it was natural to have those mixed emotions. He said he was glad he didn't find anything wrong because while the things that could have been wrong can be fixed, they often come back. So he said, "In this instance I didn't want to find anything wrong with you."

He showed me all the pictures from my lap (very cool...did you know your ovaries are white??). He told me everything looked beautiful in there. He said the only things that weren't quite right were my ovaries...classic PCOS, which he was expecting.

I have a good friend that's a dietician who works with diebetes patients, and she asked me a while back if Dr. K had me on glucophage (a.k.a. metformin, or met, for short). I told her no, but that I had asked for it, and Dr. K said he didn't want to go that route just yet because I had responded so well to the Clomid. Well I kind of fibbed today and told Dr. K that I was seeing a dietician to lose some weight, and she wanted me to ask him if he would consider putting me on glucophage. (I used the brand name this time to make it sound more official, but I was fully expecting to hear the same reasoning that I heard before.) But here's where he totally floored me...He said, "We can do another glucose test, and if you're even the slightest bit IR (insuline resistant) then I'll put you on it." Hmmmm, why didn't he do that 6 months ago when I first asked for the met??? It's really a moot point now, but I'm just so thrilled that he's going to at least move in that direction. I think it had to do with the whole "the dietician wanted me to ask" thing. I told him that I had been so good about cutting out all things white, all things sugary, I was working out regularly, watching my caloric and fat intake, etc...and the weight just wasn't coming off. I told him that I do lose a little weight (4-6 pounds), but then it just stops. It doesn't matter what I do, I just can't get the darn weight off. And he said, "Well based on what you're telling me it sounds like you do have some IR, so let's do the glucose test and then go from there." (Can you hear the angels singing???)

He asked me if I was ready to give it another go, and I told him I was going to be mad if he wasn't going to let me ttc this cycle. He said he didn't want me to take Clomid without the Met (if I needed it) until I had done the glucose test, so I'm going in on Friday to do the test, and hopefully he'll have the results before AF arrives (if she decides to pay me a visit). That way I can start the Met and Clomid next month!!

So then I told him that in the off chance that AF did pay me a visit it was going to be right in the middle of our anniversary trip to Jamaica. He said, "Oh, that's not good. I'll give you an Rx for Provera to try and induce AF before you leave because I want you having a good time on that trip. You need a good, relaxing vacation." He said it might not work, but it's worth trying so I'm not spending our anniversary trip crabby and uncomfortable.

I'm not going to let myself have even the slightest glimmer of hope that I am IR because we all know that getting my hopes up will only lead to heartbreak. So I'd rather be realistic and think that the universe couldn't possibly be so kind. That way I'm completely shocked if things happen to go my way.