Well, Chris is off first shift and on third now, so I'm still in a funk. Though, hours of watching Supernatural at night have helped. Oh, those guys are so hot! Anyway, some quick updates. Chris hadn't paid his local taxes since 2004 and had gotten a letter in the mail about paying it back. He did. Then, he got another letter saying he needed to file returns for 2005-2011 in 10 days or they would file charges. After searching through the mess that is my file cabinet, I managed to find all his W2s for those years and he got his taxes done. He ended up owing them $57. Yeah...they were going to send him to jail for less than $60.
My mom turns 60 tomorrow, which means this year I'll be turning 30 in May. Every so often I feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis. It's hard to tell, though, if it's that or the clomid I'm taking. Speaking of which, no update there. Still on met and clomid. I think I have two months left before the doc gives up on me. I tried explaining to Chris why I'm so gung-ho about this. He thinks that we should wait til we have money (which will be never) and didn't know why I was always so upset when people talk about kids and whatnot. I tried to explain to him that the "specialist" the doc wants to refer me to will most likely recommend IVF or something and that's generally not covered by insurance. And then he said we could adopt. I explained to him how that also costs money. Anyway, I'm sick of thinking and talking about it.
I got the pink done in my hair again, but it's fading out already. I'm considering getting my hair cut short, but I'm not sure how Chris will feel about it. Last time I got bangs and highlights he said I looked like a lesbian. Yup, that's my husband.
Showing posts with label metformin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metformin. Show all posts
Monday, February 25, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Goodbye, statistics!
Dropped that stupid statistics class today! That's a huge weight off my shoulders. Now I only have one class and after that's done, hopefully I'll be all set up with St. Francis. I sent them my app today and should be faxing the rest of the info they need tomorrow.
Last night, I took the 10th or 11th OPK test of the two boxes I bought, and for the first time ever, the test line was almost as dark as the dummy line! Tonight I think they'll match! Maybe the metformin is helping after all!
Last night, I took the 10th or 11th OPK test of the two boxes I bought, and for the first time ever, the test line was almost as dark as the dummy line! Tonight I think they'll match! Maybe the metformin is helping after all!
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Friends
I don't know why I keep thinking my friends from high school will always be there for me, when time and time again they've proven to be absolute a-holes. Not all of them, of course. It seems the ones closest to me are now the farthest from me. Why do I let that bother me? I'm really trying to let it go, but what kind of person am I that my only friends are people I know through my husband or the girls I met in the year and half I've worked at Home Nursing Agency?
The one I call my "best friend" just had a birthday party for her one-year-old. With her moving to and from Tukey for the past few years, we haven't had much time to hang out. She missed my wedding because she was in Turkey, but I was able to go to hers. The only reason we started hanging out more recently was her crazy sister sent me horrible messages on Facebook that made me cry for a few hours straight. I took some personal days so I wouldn't lose them at the end of the year and texted her, but never heard back. Last night, I signed on to Facebook (where I've only added a few selective people) and saw pictures from her kid's birthday party. Granted, I was most likely working (as that's what I'm doing now), but I was a little upset that I wasn't invited or even told about it.
The clincher was the pictures of her, her pregnant crazy sister, my ex-best friend (who has a daughter), and another girl we went to school with (who is pregnant to guy #3 and has two kids to two other guys) and everyone's commenting, "Look at the beautiful mothers gathered!" Is that why I wasn't invited? I'm not a mom? I go to Damian's and Chassity's parties when they have them at Chuckie Cheese's. So what I don't have kids to play with stuff there.
Chris pointed out that she may not have invited me because of my ex-bff being there, but still, she could've sent me a text or something. Originally last night, I had my Blogger app open on my phone and was desperately hacking out this post with my thumbs, but Chris came up and asked what I was doing and I lost it. I cried for a bit, he cheered me up, and I deleted what I had written. But it's still bothering me today and I wanted to write about it.
The doctor put me on metformin (which I kinda figured he would) after I had made an appointment because it felt like there was a bowling ball sitting on my bladder. I was afraid I was getting gigantic cysts that would explode or something. He said he couldn't feel any cysts (but my insides cried all day after that) and prescribed metformin. He also switched my Clomid to a lower dose for when I'm on the met. I had just finished my 100 mg Clomid packet before I saw him, so in about a week, I'll be taking the 50 mg again. Chris thinks I should try to lose weight and that has crossed my mind as well. Even though, my "girl part" troubles started when I was 16 and weighed 125, it wouldn't hurt to try to slim down a bit. I was looking at some DVDs on Amazon, Yoga for Fertility and such. I don't know; I get in the mood to do stuff to improve myself, but then I sit back and think, "Why?" Why would I ever think it would help? Why do I start things and never finish? Why do I have no will power?
The one I call my "best friend" just had a birthday party for her one-year-old. With her moving to and from Tukey for the past few years, we haven't had much time to hang out. She missed my wedding because she was in Turkey, but I was able to go to hers. The only reason we started hanging out more recently was her crazy sister sent me horrible messages on Facebook that made me cry for a few hours straight. I took some personal days so I wouldn't lose them at the end of the year and texted her, but never heard back. Last night, I signed on to Facebook (where I've only added a few selective people) and saw pictures from her kid's birthday party. Granted, I was most likely working (as that's what I'm doing now), but I was a little upset that I wasn't invited or even told about it.
The clincher was the pictures of her, her pregnant crazy sister, my ex-best friend (who has a daughter), and another girl we went to school with (who is pregnant to guy #3 and has two kids to two other guys) and everyone's commenting, "Look at the beautiful mothers gathered!" Is that why I wasn't invited? I'm not a mom? I go to Damian's and Chassity's parties when they have them at Chuckie Cheese's. So what I don't have kids to play with stuff there.
Chris pointed out that she may not have invited me because of my ex-bff being there, but still, she could've sent me a text or something. Originally last night, I had my Blogger app open on my phone and was desperately hacking out this post with my thumbs, but Chris came up and asked what I was doing and I lost it. I cried for a bit, he cheered me up, and I deleted what I had written. But it's still bothering me today and I wanted to write about it.
The doctor put me on metformin (which I kinda figured he would) after I had made an appointment because it felt like there was a bowling ball sitting on my bladder. I was afraid I was getting gigantic cysts that would explode or something. He said he couldn't feel any cysts (but my insides cried all day after that) and prescribed metformin. He also switched my Clomid to a lower dose for when I'm on the met. I had just finished my 100 mg Clomid packet before I saw him, so in about a week, I'll be taking the 50 mg again. Chris thinks I should try to lose weight and that has crossed my mind as well. Even though, my "girl part" troubles started when I was 16 and weighed 125, it wouldn't hurt to try to slim down a bit. I was looking at some DVDs on Amazon, Yoga for Fertility and such. I don't know; I get in the mood to do stuff to improve myself, but then I sit back and think, "Why?" Why would I ever think it would help? Why do I start things and never finish? Why do I have no will power?
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Stuck
Since I've "lost" the initial 15 pounds of this weight-loss challenge, I haven't lost any more. I tried to incorporate jogging into my treadmill workouts, but my lower legs get tired too easily (I later came to realize these are called "shin splints"? and happen because my feet are flat). I did belly dancing last night and remembered why I tried to give the DVD away the first time.
I've been reading through the message boards on MyFitnessPal.com and taking a look at what other girls with PCOS (which is still undetermined if I have it or not) are doing about getting stuck in their weight loss. Some suggest cinnamon, others chromium. A few suggested Vitex; it's a supplement that stimulates progestin...progesterone? I can never remember what that hormone is. I had my parents pick me up a bottle and this is my second day taking it.
I was going to do yoga or something tonight, but as the day goes on, my leg bones hurt more and more. It came on suddenly. I just popped three ibuprofen; I really do not want to move my legs at all. I'm also cramping, but I can't tell if it's the Vitex working or if I'm just going to have to poop later. =\
A theory one girl on the message boards had for my leg tireness and shin splints was my shoes. I do need new shoes, but I know I'll never have the money to buy them. I don't even have money to pay bills most of the time.
Went to a new gyno the other day and they did some blood tests. I'm hoping they get back to me pretty soon with some kind of answers. Whether it's just putting me back on Metformin or what, I need to get a move on. We were looking up this fertility clinic near us today at work and 35 is the magic number. They pretty much want you to use donor eggs after 35. So I have 6 years to try and pop out however many kids Chris and I want.
I've been reading through the message boards on MyFitnessPal.com and taking a look at what other girls with PCOS (which is still undetermined if I have it or not) are doing about getting stuck in their weight loss. Some suggest cinnamon, others chromium. A few suggested Vitex; it's a supplement that stimulates progestin...progesterone? I can never remember what that hormone is. I had my parents pick me up a bottle and this is my second day taking it.
I was going to do yoga or something tonight, but as the day goes on, my leg bones hurt more and more. It came on suddenly. I just popped three ibuprofen; I really do not want to move my legs at all. I'm also cramping, but I can't tell if it's the Vitex working or if I'm just going to have to poop later. =\
A theory one girl on the message boards had for my leg tireness and shin splints was my shoes. I do need new shoes, but I know I'll never have the money to buy them. I don't even have money to pay bills most of the time.
Went to a new gyno the other day and they did some blood tests. I'm hoping they get back to me pretty soon with some kind of answers. Whether it's just putting me back on Metformin or what, I need to get a move on. We were looking up this fertility clinic near us today at work and 35 is the magic number. They pretty much want you to use donor eggs after 35. So I have 6 years to try and pop out however many kids Chris and I want.
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