I was supposed to go to the doctors on Friday morning for bloodwork. I was on my way... I left home at 6:20am. Usually I leave here around 6:50am to get to work for 7:20am ish. Anyways, it took me over an hour to get to get Rt. 129. I didn't get there until almost 7:35!! Then I still had the rest of the way to get to work. Needless to say I didn't make it to the doctors on Friday. Instead I went Saturday morning. I went at 8:30am ish. I had my blood taken. La la la ... fine.
So... as always they called me and again this time started... "Well...." I hate that. So, I can't take the medicine. I'm not starting Provera. Why? Because my progesterone levels are up to 5... either indicating that I had ovulated awhile ago and they were on their way back down or I just did and they were on their way up. I haven't freakin' ovulated on my own in YEARS. Not months... years! Ahhhhhh.
Anyways, as before it's kind of an "up in the air" kind of thing... we don't know what's going on and I'm just supposed to WAIT. I'm so FREAKIN sick of waiting! So I'm supposed to wait until I get my period again. But I hate waiting. Plus I feel so WEIRD. Before last time... with the whole not pregnant/pregnant thing .... I felt weird. And I feel weird again. Tired, nausea, headache, blah, blah, blah. I hate this. I feel like I don't ever know what's going on. So as always I want to take a pregnancy test, but I hate the negative test thing.
So... we wait. That's the name of the game. Right?
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