One of the side-effects of taking progesterone, in addition to sore breasts, is "depressed mood" and boy have I been feeling it. It's like all hope has been drained from my body. Monday I was feeling good and now on Thursday I'm limp with indifference and just want to curl into a ball and sleep.
Tuesday night I hosted my local Resolve group. We had a small group, which was intimate and nice. Mr. Jem hid in our office until the very end when he came out to say hello. I was the only one actively cycling, in my 2WW. It was hard to hear their enthusiasm for my cycle. I just smiled politely when they offered words of encouragement and hope for this cycle.
And then there's Mr. Jem. I'm back to having black thoughts about being married to him. It just seems so hard. We lack intimacy in some pretty important areas, serious lack of communication. Progesterone-me wants to just give up.
And then there's work. I'm bogged down and overwhelmed by all my projects.