Yesterday I was on call for 16 hours. I was nervous going into it because I didn't know if I would be able to still eat if we got a long haul, and then if we did get a long haul, I didn't want to end up eating crap.
We ended up getting a 7 hour transport. I made sure to take the metformin as I was leaving and I quickly packed a sandwich bag of almonds and a jug of water for the road.
The drive down I spent a lot of time just day dreaming and thinking about how supportive my husband has been....and how lucky I am. I mean, maybe it's just my crazy thinking, but I guess I imagined if I man found out his wife might not be able to have kids, he would purchase the cheapest ticket to get the heck out of dodge to find someone else who could. I know it's my husbands dream to be able to pass along his last name.... and he's the only person who can. What a weight on his shoulders, huh? But - he's been amazing. Too amazing sometimes. For my glucose check, he came and sat in the waiting room with me for two hours and let me sleep on his shoulder since I had just completed a 12hr over night shift.
Yesterday I didn't feel sick at all and I think my body has finally adjusted to the metformin....just in time to up the dose LOL. One thing I am noticing very quickly, is how much my appetite is now near non existent and I am forcing myself to stop eating once I'm full...or at least, comfortable.
I guess when someone finally tells you it's do or die, or in my case, either I will have children or I can't, it really lights a fire under your bum.
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