Then on Wednesday I got a call from the Pregnancy Assessment Unit at the hospital where I see my gyn consultant. They had gotten the request from my gyn for the fasting insulin test and the glucose tolerance test that I asked to have done to hopefully further my case for metformin. I had to fast (only sips of water) from 10:00 p.m. Thurs. night and then go in to the PA Unit at 9:00 a.m. Fri morning. Then they took two vials of blood and made me drink a disgustingly sweet drink. It was vile. Imagine taking lemonade mix and adding as little water as you can to make it liquid. Increase the quantity to about 10 oz and drink it in five minutes. Blechh. The nurse warned me that it could make me feel sick and I poo-pooed it until about twenty minutes later when I got really woozy and thought I was going to lose it all back up again. Fortunately I didn't, but I got incredibly thirsty and couldn't drink anything until I had had the second blood draw two hours later.

Meanwhile, I guess the pregnancy assessment unit is the maternity ward. There was only one women there besides me when I got there. She seemed to have given birth that night and her baby was wrapped up in a cot while she took a shower. I was led back to another room with monitors and things. The nurse was really nice and talked to me about why I was having the test done. She had already been told that I wasn't pg and was great. Then while I was waiting a women came in who was at 31 weeks and got hooked up to all the monitors across from me. Of course as soon as she was all set up and couldn't move and the nurse left the baby moved and the monitor lost the heartbeat. She asked me to get the nurse and fortunately the nausea had gone by then so I did.

I thought that I would feel really down being in a situation like that, the way I did at the well baby clinic last month, but amazingly I didn't. In fact, I felt really good; almost like I had been let into the club briefly. It was nice listening to the baby's heartbeat while I read my book. When I was done and the nurse had drawn the last vial she smiled at me and said, "I hope you are back here real soon. This time with a bump." It was so nice of her. I felt so good walking out of there. So, lately I have been doing OK. Jon also turned in his latest SA sample and we are waiting on the results from that. We are both really nervous. Good results means moving on with the Clomid and toward Metformin. Bad results means trying to find the money for the IVF, which we really don't have.

Still, I feel like we are moving in a direction and it is so much better than just waiting-- not knowing what will happen next. If this cycle of Clomid doesn't work, I already have the Provera and the next dose of 100mg. Speaking of this Clomid cycle, so far I haven't had any side effects to speak of. Nothing. I have no idea what to make of that. My temps, so far, look exactly the same as the last cycle, but up to now that means that they are steady and higher than mine usually are. If this cycle follows the last one, tomorrow is when they will start to drop and be erratic. I'll keep you posted on what happens.

I hope everyone has a good and fertile week.

Kim