7dpo

The waiting. It's a killer, no? I'm going slowly insane. Yesterday I tortured myself looking up clomid success stories and percentages and progesterone levels, to the point that my eyes burned and I was nearly brain-dead. But I had to give myself permission to do that. I was going to anyway, so might as well not feel guilty about the wasted afternoon.

I didn't really learn anything useful, but reading through other people's waits was comforting. Solidarity, sisters.

I had my progesterone blood test yesterday and my level was 30. I asked the nurse if that meant I ovulated and she said "And then some!" We laughed and a good time was had by all.

Apparently, they like to see anything over 15 for a medicated cycle. 30 is definitely over 15. I'm feeling happy about that. I was curious if there was any way to tell if more than one egg released from that test, but she said no. I'll just have to wait.

Wait. Sigh.

I should spend this week studying for the GRE, doing yoga, and pre-move organization. I will most likely spend this week performing futile internet searches and torturing my husband with the highs and the lows of me on the two week wait. It is what it is, people.