Right. I was waiting, somewhat impatiently, for my next visit to the RE for an u/s and labs, and was feeling really buh-jiggety about changing diabetes meds. Everything, and almost everyone, pointed me in the direction of going back on Metformin. I was finally able to talk to RE about it at my visit, and he set my mind straight. There is, apparently, no empirical evidence or supportable hypothesis that Metformin can thin your uterine lining. "Stop it," he said. "You're making yourself crazy. Remember that I explained to you that Metformin will only provide benefits to conception. Increased weight loss, decreased cyst size, decreased production of cysts and a decreased hormonal response. You can do this, and Metformin will only help you!" Whew. I guess I just needed to hear someone get behind it and reassure me that I was doing the right thing. After a few days back on it, my glucose readings were still a little higher than I'm used to (Januvia did sooooo well before). I added back in the once-a-day Glipizide, and things appear to be back on track. Now that that's done....*sigh*
Friday was my last scratch test (Endometrial Biopsy, if we must call it by its scientific name). You may recall the post on the first one, and let me assure you, there's nothing even remotely close about this one. No meds (again, ugh), very little anxiety, even less pain, and almost no bleeding. Can you say, "Hallelujah"?!?!? The hubs came with me again and we looked at each other as the u/s tech and nurse set up. I'd been doing the "tee-tee dance" for the last 2 hours at work, and even thought I wasn't going to make it as I drove to the doc's office. For this procedure, your bladder has to be filled to the brim. Every time I'm told to come in with a full bladder, I get there and the ultrasound shows my bladder just isn't full enough. I'm telling you, it shocks the daylights out of me every single time. Whaddya mean I'm not "full-full"? Let me tell you something missy...I've had two 1-liter bottles of water in the last 3 hours! My teeth are floating in here! You'll be lucky if we make it through this without the exam table doing an Old Faithful impression! Apparently, the problem isn't how much water I drink, but how long the water takes to make it through my organs and to my bladder. Did you know it takes some women an abnormally long time to be ready to tee-tee, no matter how much they drink? Huh. Who knew.
Anyway, suffice it to say I was thrilled when the u/s tech did a cursory peek and told me my bladder was good and full. I suppressed the urge to say "No sh*t, Sherlock" and kept my squirming to a minimum while I waited to get the road on the show. My RE came in, started his usual small talk (he knows I hate that crap), and slide his miner light down over his head. Yeah, you know the kind...with the giant light set in the middle of the forehead? All that was missing was a freakin' pick axe. Any-whoooo....He apologized before-hand again and said this was his 5th one this week, and he really thought he was getting better at it. I told him I was stoked to hear that and would be glad to have a less than torturous experience ahead. As always, he analogized what he was about to do to me with an antic-dote about his wife having the same procedure, and we got started. I have to give this turkey some credit! He was in and out with all his tools in a flash! I had a little pain (maybe a 5 out of 10), a tad bit of spotting and cramping for the rest of the day, and then POOF! That was it. No constant bleeding. No gripping cramps. Not even a moment where I felt like a ferocious alien was clawing its way out of my uterus. Not half bad as biopsies go.
The cherry on top was when my nurse came in and said my lining was looking good. "How good," I asked with an eyebrow up. "A respectable 6.5!" she replied nodding. No. Way. Shut your face! For the last two checks, I'd done what felt like everything possible (or everything I knew at the time) and had gone from a 3.4 to a whopping 4.4 in a few weeks. As soon as I'd gotten back on the birth control pill protocol....I jump up 2 whole millimeters? Fancy! I guess everything on the down side has to eventually end on the upswing, huh? How else would this be such an emotional roller coaster?!