I am Holly and I was diagnosed with Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome in December of 2010. The diagnosis came at a time when my husband, Chris, and I were in the midst of a long struggle to start a family. We experienced joy 7 months later when we learned we were pregnant with our first child, Simon. PCOS continues to impact my body and I hope to use this blog as a place to document the ways it has become a part of my story.
14 February 2011
Doctor appointment tomorrow
I have an appointment with my doctor in the morning. This will be my second visit since begin diagnosed with PCOS; my second visit since beginning metformin. I'm looking forward to it but totally dreading it all at the same time. I'm excited to know what the next step is but scared too. Once the dreaded "exam" part is finished, we will get to have a real conversation about what's next. I've been on meformin for just about 2 months now and so far haven't seen any changes. I've also been trying to eat according to a more PCOS-friendly diet (check out The PCOS Diet Plan: A Natural Approach to Health for Women with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome by Hillary Wright or http://divapcos.wordpress.com/ for great information on what to eat to keep PCOS in check). I don't know if I was expecting some miraculous transformation, but I was certainly hoping for something. I guess I'll have to wait to see what the doc says tomorrow. I am trying so hard not to get ahead of myself. I have all kinds of thoughts racing through my head. Part of me is realistic, and knows that tomorrow will probably just be a check in and another appointment will be scheduled for later this spring to determine next steps. A part of me wonders if my doctor will jump to the next stage, which might be Clomid. I'm a little bit afraid of how I'll react if he recommends it. I have heard about unpleasant side effects but I've also heard about women having great success with it--and quick success. I'm afraid I will jump at the chance to get a "quick fix" and won't give myself time to do research and really process before making any decisions. Finally, there's a sick part of me--albeit a teensy tiny part--that hopes that my lack of period means that I'm pregnant. I know I'm kidding myself. In fact, I can't help but laugh for even thinking it. All arrows point to 'negative', so I'm pretty sure we'll be in for a short visit tomorrow. I just feel like I need something to be hopeful about.
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