Still Hate Progesterone

Well, Day 3, and it's pretty clear what all that progesterone did.  Dear lawd.  This is maybe the worst flowering I've ever had.


I hate this stuff.  I hated it when it was just a chalky mess, before it was trying to rip my uterus out through my spine.  Holy hell.  But it's clear it was doing something, so I guess I just have to deal with this nasty stuff at the end of cycles until something happens.

And now suddenly all my generally mild, no big deal periods seem like just another way my body is screwing everything up.  I always thought of that as lucky.  This is a terrible feeling to be trying to control your body, and still to feel so out of control.