I am my own worst enemy. I’m very critical of myself, my self esteem is fragile, and a million other personality defects. Today, I’m being a Debbie Downer on myself.
I went for my progesterone check this morning. I called the office even though I was told that they would call me if there was a problem, and was told that everything is good. The reason I called? I needed someone – a professional someone – to tell me that I could be pregnant. That just because I’m cramping a bit, it doesn’t mean I’m going to get my period. I didn’t really get that reassurance (I admit – I didn’t come out and ask for comfort), so instead I’m trying to tell myself that it’s alright. I didn’t do anything wrong. This “cold” or whatever is going on with my body, didn’t mess up my chances. There is still a chance. A good chance!
But I’m having a hard time truly believing it.
I hate the 2WW.