Glyburide once-daily hasn't done jack shit to consistently lower my blood sugar. So we are doubling the dose (same 2.5-mg dose but taken twice-daily instead of once). What it has done is make me feel sick every morning, despite the disappointing effect on insulin production. It's like first (and second) trimester all over again. If the new dose/regimen doesn't work over the next few days then I will have to start seeing a fetal/maternal specialist (yay! double the appointments! officially high-risk!) and would be started on insulin. Oh for shit's sake. (At least my IVF veteran status makes me a pro at self-injection, so no classes or instruction required. And good thing I kept a sharps container under the sink, how's that for fucked up serendipity?) So fingers crossed the double-dose of oral meds is good enough. Here's hoping the universe can throw this dog a bone.
I'm still eating birthday cake this Sunday. Because fuck it. Two layers, Tahitian vanilla bean cake with honey and green tea meringue buttercream filling vs. salted caramel. Right?