The 2WW Blues

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.


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