So today is the today I’m having the labs done to check my progesterone levels to confirm ovulation. Cool, right?
Except that my temperature went plummeting south today to below the coverline, to my pre-ovulation, regular temperature. In other words, for those who aren’t charting savvy, either A. I never ovulated in the first place and my coverline is set incorrectly, or B. I did ovulate, but I have the world’s shortest luteal phase (which is it’s own fertility problem that needs correcting), and my period is coming either today or tomorrow-ish. Neither of these options bodes well for today’s blood work. Generally speaking, I think I can say with some certainty that I’m out for this cycle. I’m not pregs. I could cry. Really. I could. I’m not going to, because I’ve got stuff to do today, but just for the record, I would cry if I didn’t have obligations. This is my first bout with infertility disappointment, and guys? It’s every bit as wretched as people describe.