Oh progesterone! It's a tricky little thing. It causes your breasts to become ridiculously sore and your emotions to register off the charts. Every month that I use progesterone, I become convinced that "it" worked because of all the pregnancy-like symptoms that the drug causes. Yet, a few days later I get the dreaded visit from aunt flow. Not this month. I refuse to be a victim of the progesterone prank. Only 3 more days of waiting and then the verdict will be in. Until then, I am cautiously optimistic but not convinced.
While we are on the subject of progesterone, I think my poor husband is probably about ready to say "sayonara crazy lady" because I have been crying at the drop of a hat. Yesterday A told me that "he'd rather take the drugs himself than live with a woman taking fertility drugs." Believe me, I wish he could take them for me too. If the doctor orders us back on clomid next month, A might start looking for a room to rent! For Reals.
And what's up with the lovely delivery system? Suppositories. Goopy, creamy, cold insertable medication that prevents you from being able to roll over in bed at night without losing your drugs. Come on pharma peeps, you can do better than this!