I'm 5 days early. That's right, ladies and other ladies (I figure the male types stay away from menses talk). 5 whole days! Last go-around, I was 10 days LATE. Now I'm 5 days early? While on Femara? At a higher concentration than the 2 months I was on Clomid?
What the HELL?
Being this early is like having Amazonian pygmy warriors stage a sneak attack on your uterus wearing tribal masks and carrying 5-foot spears. They are thirsty for blood, having no mercy in their take-no-prisoners assault on your womanly parts. With their high-pitched war cries and crazy-eyed stares, all you can do is wait for the end of the massacre.
And how did this affect the results of my progesterone levels I had tested only last Friday?
It plummeted… to a flippin' 2.2. I about had a stroke.
Apparently, the stupid pygmy warriors not only took my uterus hostage, but they laid claim to my pituitary gland, tied it up to a wooden stake, and roasted it over a bonfire next to their sacrificial wild boar.
Time to go throw things…