Well, I finally did it. I took my first dose of Metformin last night with dinner.
I actually made the decision to try it while we were away in Idaho. When I heard my sister’s news, there was a sort of flame of desperation that was fanned inside me. I just knew that I was willing to do whatever it takes to conceive and carry our next baby to term. Metformin offers no guarantees, but it is an easy next step and I’m willing to give it a shot. At least for now. And if I hate it? If it makes me miserable? Well, there’s no one saying that I can’t stop it whenever I want.
At least this is what I’m telling myself as I consider popping some Tums for the GI discomfort that I think I’m already feeling. But maybe it’s all in my head at this point. It is still so early.
So for the next ten days, I will be taking just one dose of 500mg with my evening meal. After that, we will add another dose to have with breakfast. Hopefully, this stair-step approach will help to keep the side effects at a minimum. My OB says he can even add one more dose to have with lunch, but he wants to see how my body responds to just 1000mg/day first. He also prescribed me the Extended-Release version, which can further help reduce side effects, so I’m hopeful that it won’t make me feel too crummy. I still have limited expectations in regards to it actually helping my reproductive parts do their job, but miracles happen I suppose.
And at this point, I really need a miracle. I think we all do.