While I certainly could discuss, ad nauseum, my dysfunctional digestive track, you all have heard it before. Also, through the years, I’ve come to realize that most people are generally more reticent about their bowel evacuations. So, for a couple of new readers, I will provide a synapsis: Metformin=Ovulation=Diarrhea. Daily. The latter, not the former. It has been awful.
I met with the midwife at my new practice yesterday, and I loved her. She also is infertile. She also has PCOS. We get each other. When I told her I was 12 weeks exactly, she challenged it based on the dating of the ultrasound. I told her I was basing it on ovulation, and she totally got it. There were no ridiculous questions about how I knew when I ovulated, or when the last day of my menstrual period was. She simply said, “Oh, well you definitely know exactly how far along you are.” Yes. And thank you for the validation midwife lady.
The NT scan went swimmingly with a nuchal fold measuring 1.25 mm. Phew. One more obstacle behind us. Our fabulous midwife felt pretty comfortable with this measurement, noting that in all her years of practice she has never had a normal nuchal measurement that resulted in a trisomy. And vice versa. We then got into a interesting conversation about the medical literature where she, again, didn’t doubt or question my knowledge on the topic. Love.
She then sat and answered a whole slew of questions. The first on the list: Can I quit the metformin. “God, yes!”, was her response. She also had the upset stomachs and the chronic diarrhea. Enough, she said. I can’t help but agree, especially since we had a toilet incident last week that we dubbed “Poop-gate”. Enough. Perhaps I will have to revisit the metformin in a month or two. Perhaps I will have to test my blood sugar with a home monitor. Fine. Give me a respite from this nasty, pernicious drug, please.
Things went so well that I am a bit sad that we probably won’t deliver with her. Whether or not we move to Sacramento, we probably will not be here in August. Wherever we go, I’m not taking the metormin with me. Begone!
