It's 11 dpo and I hate this time of the month. It's the time of the month when you are constantly checking yourself for pregnancy symptoms and then feeling none and then feeling down about it.
I feel like I know my body so well now that I can tell when my progesterone levels start tapering off after 7 dpo. It's a slow, but steady decline. I had a little breakdown on Monday night after a superlong travel day which was triggered by finding out an aquaintance is pregnant on Facebook. Really, I am happy for her, because I know she had a hard time getting pregnant, but still. . . it just really set me off. I proceeded to block status updates of all FB friends who are pregnant or have babies. Even though that sounds meanspirited, I need to preserve protected space in my life and not be bombarded by fetus and baby news whenever I check Facebook.