I was holding off on posting today because I was expecting a phone call from Dr. B's office with the results from my 7DPO progesterone test. Well, its now 4:20, their office closes in 10 minutes and when I tried calling a few minutes ago I got the nurse line voicemail. I hate having blood drawn on a Friday. I always end up waiting an eternity for the results. The woman at the lab even offered to enter my order as "same day results" since I showed up so early. She seemed sympathetic about the fact it was Friday. I knew I still wouldn't hear from Dr. B's office that day because the docs leave early on Fridays. But I certainly expected to hear something today!
I'm honestly ready to cry over this. Am I really as fragile as that? I have no reason to think this hasn't happened, but I HAVE to know that number! My body has dicked me over one too many times for me to trust it entirely. I have no symptoms anymore except for nipple tenderness (which I don't even notice unless I get goosebumps). It didn't work, I just know it didn't work...
I hate this.
UPDATE: Oh for heaven's sake! They just called me. Nice of them to wait until the dead last second (and only after I left a voice mail). At least it was good news: progesterone was 19.5 whatever-increment-they-measure-in. Clearly consistent with ovulation. And now I'll just slink away since I am obviously a crazy woman.