Progesterone pills make me rather aggressive. That has been interesting. I haven't been taking my metformin regularly. I know I'm a bad girl for that. My body will punish me one way or another - terrible acne, random dark hairs cropping up, something. Oh PCOS, you bitch. I can't ever just walk away from you can I?
Today was the dreaded SA appointment. M decided he did want me to go with him as long as I promised not to make the experience any more awkward than it already was. I took the opportunity to drop off my Encyclopedia of Curly Sue's and M's Familial Medical History at Dr. B's office. While we waited for the nurse to call M back, I turned to him and quoted My Big Fat Greek Wedding: "Any second now you're gonna look at me and go, 'Ha. Yeah, right, you're so not worth this.'" I kept apologizing for him having to be there. "I'm sorry that because *I'm* broken, you have to be here doing this." In the end I suppose it wasn't so bad; M got through it and he didn't seem too scarred. I just feel bad for being the cause of all this...infertility...mess. I'm anxious to find out the results. I'm pretty terrible at being patient.