Last week I finally bit the bullet and made what I plan to be the first in the final series of appointments with my RE, hopefully culminating in a final embryo transfer around early-mid October 2019. I mean, my RE is a good doctor and I like him, but I truly won’t be sorry to see the end of treatments and the clinic and all the attendant stuff. I’m looking forward to moving on and coming to end of the infertility journey.
One part of infertility, however, isn’t going to be over anytime soon. The reason I wound up at a fertility clinic in the first place, PCOS, still factors into my life, health, and daily living.
This is one of the parts of infertility that I really hadn’t considered much when I was in the trenches, mostly because in the trenches, it’s a day-to-day, minute-to-minute battle. At this point, however, I’ve got a bit of breathing room to consider the future and that future continues to include PCOS.
Mostly, it raises my risk of diabetes along with a number of other conditions, which means monitoring and care to ensure that I remain as healthy as possible. For me, this means a daily dose of met.formin. While it doesn’t work for all PCOS women, for me, it’s a miracle drug. When my second RE put me on it prior to my second fresh IVF cycle because at that point, we were throwing everything reasonably possible at the infertility, I noticed my cycles regulated a bit and we got better egg retrieval and embryos. After I gave birth to my first daughter, I went back on it to attempt to control the PCOS and boost my milk production, then continued on it and was surprised when, over several months, my acne abated and my cycles regulated. Because PCOS is one of the big wild card conditions of infertility (some PCOS women have a terrible time conceiving while others, surprisingly, don’t have much issue at all), we were overjoyed when this led to our second daughter.
I managed without met.formin until I stopped nursing/pumping for my second daughter, but at that point, the PCOS symptoms returned with a vengeance – acne, wonky cycles, the whole nine yards. I called my OB/GYN who was fine with putting me back on the met.formin and things have calmed down since.
I’m fortunate when it comes to PCOS because I have a fairly reliable external indicator about whether or not the PCOS is under control: acne. If I’m breaking out massively, generally, I have cysts on my ovaries and the attendant issues. I’m also fortunate that (so far) I’ve been able to find treatments that abate the symptoms considerably.
Despite the fact that my OB/GYN is good and I can somewhat see how well controlled my PCOS is, I know that I need a good primary care provider, especially since I’ll be able to stop seeing my RE (who has helped with managing my PCOS and been my back-up with that for years now). At the moment, I’m starting to work on searching for the right doctor. PCOS isn’t ending just because my infertility is resolving.
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