More life life life!

Well I am feeling very positive today. aside from the small matter that the Metformin makes me rather ill. I mean ILL!! Yesterday at work I was actually HUGGING my waste bin. Today when I took it I refrained from having my morning cup of coffee and I felt notably better. I guess I am giving up coffee for a while . :(
However I have an appointment on November 1st with another specialist, which I thought was going to take a LOT longer. I would like to to make this move as quickly as possible. I am not get any younger and I don't want to start a family at 35 or 40. I know that for sure. Of course I say that now... ask me again if I have not had a baby in 2 years.
In other news .... Karate Kicks ASS!! I am loving it. I feel like I am really doing something with my body. It is like exercise only way more fun. At the end of the night a was hot and sweaty and I DANCED out to the parking lot I was so jazzed. I had SO much energy! The reason I chose karate is because Shannon told me how much she enjoyed in and I thought "hey I'll give that a shot!" but I didn't know that I would enjoy it this much. I thought that doing it with Gil would be an US thing but really we are in the same class but we don't interact at all. In that hour it is me and the sensei there. Of course Gil being there gives me some one to rave, to compare notes with, to practice in the living room with. But if here were not there I think it would still be as enjoyable. My only wish is that I had come to it sooner. IT RAWKS!

Starting down the rabbit hole...

I remember clearly the day, I was sitting in Mr.Snare's Modern World Problems class and we were discussing infertility and he gave us a stat of 1 in 7 people. 1 in 7 have difficulty getting or staying pregnant and when I heard those words I thought "I am the 1." It wasn't a dramatic thought, it wasn't feeling pessimistic, it was just... I knew. And today I had my confirmation. I felt so calm when Dr.Lisa said the words, no progesterone, no ovulation, no ovulation no baby. I felt like she was telling me my name, something I just new. I was together and fine, what do we do next, where do we go. But once I got back to work it started to sink in. There are lots of choices to make, together and for myself on my own. How much is too much? What am I willing to put myself through emotionally and physically? What am I willing to put Gil and my marriage through? The first step is to take the Metformin to try and get the PCOS under control, while I wait to get into the fertility doctor. Then I go for a hysterosalpingogram. It sounds really scary but it is just a dye test. Then the next step is Clomid. I don't really want to think about after that. I have to go process. I'll be in the tub.