Two days past a 5-day transfer, an attempt to record various bodily occurrences now, while even I have to admit they have nothing to do with who is or isn’t taking up residence in the Ute of Requirement:
Yes, my boobs are sore and Parton-esque. But they were like this before transfer, too. Progesterone.
Progesterone. Acid reflux.
Last time around, I blamed the progesterone, but this time it was clearly the doxycycline. Vanished as soon as I stopped taking it.
Progesterone again, plus a side of people fussing with my cervix.
Remember how much that speculum hurt? Use your head, child.
You spotted last month, too.
Progesterone again. It’s nice sleeping through the night, though, isn’t it?
Gas, child. No sesame seed ever kicked like that.
Progesterone is a hell of a drug, ain’t it?