My love,
It wasn't you in that picture.
That became clear to me on Thursday when I started my cycle earlier than I expected. Apparently clomid can shorten one's cycles. I saw Dr. B yesterday for a CD3 ultrasound and was cleared for another round of clomid - this time at 100 mg. He also ordered another round of blood work for a PCOS work-up as some symptoms have been worsening.
The day I took the test, I got a call from his office in the afternoon saying that the 1-hour results of my glucose tolerance test were at a critically low level (44). I won't know what this means until early next week, once I've talked to the doctor and possibly repeated the test. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared.
Now I'm not only scared that I'm never going to meet you, but that I'm also going to end up diabetic or something. (I've probably forgotten to tell you that I was raised by a hugely in-denial type-2 diabetic.) That's the last thing I want. I also worry that your father will wind up diabetic as well, if he isn't already. He refuses to let the doctors test his blood because 1) He's just stubborn and 2) he wants to make more progress on his weight loss before he's tested. I can somewhat understand his rationale, but it makes me nervous nonetheless.
I am so proud of him, though, for the strides he's made. He's a great guy, you dad. He makes me crazy sometimes, but I love him and he's amazing.
Well, I should go continue with the house cleaning. Your grandpa Sean will be here on Tuesday and I don't want the house to look like a pig sty. Goodbye for now!
Love,
Me
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