A miscellaneous update

Not much to report except some good news - I am hopefully officially over my met sickness, thanks be to God! It appears, for the time being at least, that the metformin-related nausea was just my body getting used to the new medication. It lasted six days. Since Thursday I have felt fine. AND I've even eaten salad at a restaurant twice and haven't been too diligent about taking the pill with milk. And I still have felt fine. I am super appreciative of this and do not take it for granted, believe me! (Now let's just hope that tomorrow's post doesn't begin with "Well, I spoke to soon...")

As for my cycle, today is day nine. Things are looking fairly normal so far, and hopefully they'll stay that way (or improve of course) over the next three to eight months (which is how long the met is supposed to take to kick in). I've decided that I'm going to wait this out as patiently as possible. I should be glad that there is no immediate pressure for the medication to work. I don't have to begin to worry until next year, and even then I hope that I'll have grown enough spiritually to where worry is no longer in my vocabulary (now that's a goal). It's slowly starting to sink in that God is really, really good and that he does have plans for us. And I don't mean that in a line-that-I-just-feed-myself sort of way. I don't know when my miracle will come, or how it will be delivered, or if it's even what I'm imagining (knowing God, probably not), but something is in the works.

My husband is doing much better today. We even went out to eat tonight (and let's just say I carbo-loaded on some dark wheat bread at a certain chain restaurant with an Austrialian theme. I actually lost all control and my poor husband was reduced to putting the remaining bread IN HIS DRINKING GLASS so as to "ruin" it for me [he was trying to do me a favor since he figured I'd regret it later]. But because a little water never hurt anyone, I managed to grab some of what was left. Hey, at least it was wheat!) and don't tell anyone but he had a beer even though he's on steroids and pain pills (my mom, a nurse, gave him the official okay). He deserved it after all he's gone through. And he really is handling everything so well, despite the craziness that the medications are causing his system. I will say that I am thoroughly enjoying him being home with me, especially now that he's getting back to his normal self (not that I didn't also love and appreciate the "sick" him as well). Hopefully he won't get sick of me!