No - not me. My progesterone. It bombed yesterday's test. So last night, I started the Crinone.
I know this does not mean it can't be a successful cycle, and I am lucky that they test for it early so I can go on meds right away, but I'm starting to lose some of my optimism for this cycle.
No, that's a lie. To lose some, I would have had to have some to start with. And I have been a grade A Debbie Downer lately.
I hope, like Tami says, that this bleak hormonal time can be blamed on the hormones coursing through me. I'm not usually prone to crying, but I have had some doozies lately. D is treating me with kid gloves. In fact, due to yesterday's crying jag about being fat-out-of-shape-none-of-my-clothes-fit-I'm-going-to-be-late-to-work-oh-yeah-and-I-am-infertile, he has offered to go to the mall with me today. This from the man who thinks he can buy his work wardrobe at DICKs sporting goods and doesn't understand why I can't do the same.
Geez, he must be scared...