It's Friday, I'm 4dpo and progesterone is kicking my rear end. Exhaustion and sore boobs at 4dpo . . . it's just wrong in so many ways. But I try not to complain or dwell because it will be more than worth it if it helps sustain the next pregnancy. (That is, of course, if "the next pregnancy" ever exists.)
My chart is pretty this month, and that may sound crazy, but seriously I haven't had a chart with a clear and fast post O temp rise in a LONG time . . . over a year maybe? I always either have a "slow rise" or a "fall back" rise which means my temps don't really jump for several days or they jump then fall before they jump again. Supposedly neither a slow rise or a fall back rise are indicative of hormonal imbalance, but it sure is nice to look at a chart where I feel like everything is working in a more textbook fashion this month.
Big weekend plans - taking the toddler to a truck show and doing a maternity photo shoot for friends. I'm glad I won't just be sitting around this weekend wondering if I'm pregnant or not.
Testing will start sometime next week. In a perfect world, I'd wait until 13dpo - which is when I have to test to determine if I need to stop the progesterone. Reality is, I have a zillion wondfo tests under the bathroom sink that cost about 20 cents each . . . so the likelihood that I won't test until 13dpo is slim, zero, and none.
And here I am, wishing another 2 weeks of my life away . . . just hoping the days will pass quickly so I can have an answer one way or another. Really not an ideal way to exist. :(
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