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h by month, I wait.

Every month I hope my body will do what it was created to do.  And because of my PCOS month by month pass by and nothing happens. 

FYI, if you are a guy and you are reading this (I know there are a few), you might want to skip this post.  Girl talk coming up…

I’m not sure if I was ever regular by those means.  I guess there were times I was more or less regular, I mean I lived in a house full of girls through college and I’m sure the old adage held true.  Everyone’s cycles collaborating until the whole house had PMS together.  Pretty sure we experienced that a time or two.  But ever since I went to France things have never been the same.

If you’ve taken a glimpse at the Infertility page you’ll know my body doesn’t function like most women’s.  My hormones are all wacky.  The last update I gave concluded that we were trying to figure out what might help my body to start working again, either naturally or medically, on our break from treatment. I thought it was time for an update.

120+ days later wishing my favorite Aunt would visit and I have to admit, I was a little worried.  At my annual exam with my favorite Doctor ever, (Dr. Angela Wermerskirchen…seriously she’s a believer and she’s the sweetest and most thoughtful Dr. ever) she said I needed to have 3 cycles a year or there might be problems.  (Note: one reason this became a big deal, PCOS can lead to uterine cancer, and my grandmother actually had it, uterine cancer that is.)  So if you are good at math, you know that if I went more than 120+ days the probability of my having 3 cycles was pretty slim.

So although we gave a good ole college try to Vitex, I called in my script for Metformin.  Metformin is actually an insulin-sensitizing drug that has been shown to help regulate cycles in women with PCOS, although I don’t have insulin resistance but I started taking it anyways. This article explains it perfectly.

5 days later Aunt Flo came to say hello.  Seriously Alex and I were jumping up and down giving high five’s.  Not kidding.

35 days later she came again.  Even bigger party going on over here.  Now we’re doing chest bumps and air guitar due to utter joy. 

I think the neighbors are beginning to wonder.

Seriously, hands raised high, we’re thanking Jesus from the rooftops for using this medication to help my body function.  Who knows, maybe it will even decide to ovulate on its own.  That would be cause for a party.  Wonder what we’d put on the invitations?  Thoughts?

So that’s the update for anyone that was interested.  My body is learning to function on its own.  We’re rejoicing over here as we never thought in a million years this would happen. 

An ordinary miracle.