TGIF! I get to start progesterone again tonight! Woot!
The eight days without weren't as bad as it was last time. Thank God. Last time was horrible.
Now I'm afraid I won't feel good on progesterone. It's silly, but I keep waiting for the misery to start.
I feel superstitious about it. Like I should be throwing salt over my shoulder, knocking on wood, dancing naked around an oak tree under a full moon etc...
Let's hope it doesn't come to that.