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If It's Not One Thing...

As everyone knows, I ovulated this month which is super exciting! I have to throw an except in here, because surprisingly I started my period on Sunday which was only 8 days post-ovulation. For those who have no idea why that's important, you should typically start about 14 days after you ovulate. It's just the way it should work. When you start too early, they call it a luteal phase defect meaning one of two things: my eggs are crappy quality and/or my progesterone is too low to support a pregnancy.

We know my progesterone is always a little low, but we don't know about my eggs. I'm not even sure how we find out about that. (My guess is by doing some unpleasant and expensive test). It's incredibly frustrating because you feel like you cross one finish line just to start a whole new race. One obstacle overcome, a million more still in your way. These are the times I feel like throwing in the towel and deciding that it was never meant to be.

So I called Dr. Haas this morning as I always do after cycle day 1 arrives. He wanted me to do ovulation predictor tests at home this month and then go in the day it became positive. However, we'll be in Mexico for 8 days in June and I'm 99.9% sure that it will happen while we're there if it happens at all. So this month, we'll just do the basal body temp chart as always and I go into see him on June 15th.

On a positive note, my long weekend was fantastic!!! We got to see LOTS of friends and family and had a great time. I'm thinking we should eliminate Mondays from the work week and have 3 day weekends all the time!!! So, I'll keep you all posted on what happens this month- Settle in, it looks like this story may continue for a while!

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