Metformin and me (a love story)

Oh metformin, how I underestimated you.

When we first began our relationship, I was skeptical. I had heard all the stories about what a “bad boy” you were—causing heartache, stomachache and even indigestion. So many girls spent hours crying in the bathroom because of you. And all that, just for the small chance that you might give them what they needed. And you didn’t! Some of those girls eventually ended up with Clomid, or Femara—who have much better reputations than you do.

But Clomid broke my heart. He was unreliable, and I was forced to run into your arms against my will. I thought I would be wasting my time with you. And it’s true—at the beginning it was tough. You reared your ugly head in my bathroom for a few days. And then, when I finally ramped up to 1,500 mg, you crashed my intimate wedding anniversary getaway with my husband. Really, metformin—was that necessary?

Eventually, we learned to live with each other. I obediently bided my time with you, waiting until the day when I could switch to what I believe is the right one for me—Femara. Until earlier this week…

Alas! Alack! Was that a temperature rise I saw? And then, the next two days, the temperature didn’t go down very far? Could it possibly be ovulation? ON CD14??? After only three weeks of taking you? Oh, metformin, I have never had a normal cycle for as long as I’ve been charting. Could you be the one I have been waiting for all my life? And, wonder of wonders, my husband and I actually had decent timing—sex on the day before the supposed ovulation!

But no, I refuse to think anything will come of this. Because although I know you have satisfied some women in the short run, I’ve seen the statistics. I know that you alone rarely impregnate women on your own (sorry for the ego-deflator, but it’s true). So no, I’m not in the 2ww. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not... (But I will be much more willing to invite you along when Femara and I begin our relationship next cycle.)