It’s a cold and stormy day in San Francisco. But I don’t mind. We need the rain desperately and anyway, I have this cuddly mews to keep me warm.
If she looks super bitchy, that’s because she is. It’s a very rare treat for her to grace me with her presence. She is a fickle, fickle feline.
So yeah, it’s a cold and rainy day. It’s also CD1. It was supposed to be CD22. You can do the math on that. Needless to say it’s bumming me out. A ton. I mean, it sucks to deal with AF under the best of circumstances, but every three weeks instead of four seems especially unnecessary. And of course, a 21 day cycle does not bode well for when we start trying.
This short cycle has actually brought up a lot of shit for me but I’m not ready to write about it yet. I’m not ready to sully this space with all things TTC. Frankly I’m not ready for my thoughts to be sullied yet either but I have less control over that. What I can do is exercise the small amount of control I have and just stop this right here and now.
I will ask you one thing though. I’ve been thinking of self-treating my short luteal phases (10-11 days) with progesterone cream. If anyone has ever done that, or knows of any reasons why I shouldn’t, I’d really appreciate your two cents. I did get my progesterone checked when I was TTC before. I don’t remember the exact number but I do know it was on the very low side of normal and my OB didn’t think it warranted any further discussion. She also seemed very unimpressed with my concerns about my shortish LP. She said anything over 10 days was fine. Maybe it is. Maybe I’m just making something out of nothing.
Fuck. I’m doing it. Okay. I’m done. No more. No. Fucking. More.