Hellooooooo Internetz! It feels like I haven't posted in FOREVER even though it's only been a week. Did you miss me? I sure missed you!
Thanks to all of you for having some fun with balls (AHEM) - see here or here to join in the fun! Remember ALL followers can take part - just leave me a comment in one of those posts! You can also re-tweet the contest on Twitter for even more chances to win! I'll be announcing the two winners on January 2 - what a way to start your New Year!
Fun aside, it's been an interesting time here in the nest. Irish Boy and I had a lovely Christmas and I certainly hope that whatever you were celebrating, it included good food, good friends, and lots of good times. It's also been almost a month since I've been off of Metformin and let me tell you, my body is missing it! I go for my diabetes test (aka: "No lab person, for the bloody 100th time, this is not for gestational diabetes, thanks for kicking me in the ovaries yet AGAIN test")next week so hopefully going off of it will give us some definitive answers. I was also missing my weekly acupuncture sessions due to the cold that didn't seem to want to go away, but got back to that last week and have been on routine ever since.
I told my ND about going off the Metformin and how my periods (or lack thereof) have gone totally wacky. I'm now on CD-56 - I had 3-4 days of super light spotting around CD-39 - CD-41 but I certainly couldn't call that a period. I also updated her on getting a number of headaches and just feeling generally exhausted.
You know what came next don't you?
ND's first words - "Do you think you could be pregnant?"
We both paused. Then laughed. No. Sadly, no miracle pregnancies here - male factor infertility remember!
But it's funny how the mind can work, eh? No word of a lie, on Christmas morning I woke up and somehow convinced myself that wasting a FRER HPT was a good idea. After all, I was exhausted, I only had a bit of spotting right around the usual time of my period, maybe I was?!
So I peed. On a stick.
Oh Internetz. I'd love to tell you that I then saw the gift that all of us infertiles were hoping to see and ran out and put a bow on the test to surprise Irish Boy with.
I'd love to tell you that.
But no. This is me remember? Just one sad little negative line appeared. I was okay though - no tears, no swears. Let me tell you though that the wine I had with dinner tasted a little sweeter in spite of it all!
So here I sit, not really sure what the heck is going on down in Ladyville and preparing myself for the big diabetes test next week. I have been experiencing some nausea after I've eaten for the past couple of days, but lest I get too excited I turned to my frenemy Dr. Google and have learned that this could be related to blood sugar issues. Damn it.
Better enjoy that wine and some more sweets before the New Year. Methinks I'm going to have to live like a saint come January!