Day Seven...supposed to be the start of the magical implantation period. I have nothing but flat temps (97.9 for three days!) so I am hoping to see something exciting in the next couple of days. At least I should try to say that I am hoping in between my periods of despair.
I think I have entirely too much progesterone flowing or something. I got ticked off at a co-worker today (she deserved it though) and then came home and my husband made some off-hand remark about the dogs tearing up something in the yard. I just started crying (which is unlike me--at least this many days before AF). He then felt awful and I felt crazy for all this emotion today. It's not good to tick off a usually-slow-to-anger Taurus, but you really don't want to mess with one while she's trying to conceive!!! GRRRRR.
So, maybe day eight will bring some greater hope and a better mood!
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