When my new OB handed me my new prescription for Prometrium, he mentioned that he prefers patients to take it orally.
"Oh...," I said, trying to decipher his handwriting on the script. I was wracking my brain to remember what Kris wrote about the different progesterones. "So they make an oral progesterone now?"
"It's the same one," he told me. "You can either use it as a suppository or ingest it. I prefer patients to ingest it. I think it works better that way."
No offense, but there are things that belong in your hoohaa and there are things that belong in your mouth. And with a single exception, there is nothing that belongs in both places. You don't put milk-soaked cheerios in your vagina so why should you slip progesterone down your throat?
Am I the only person in the world completely nauseated of the idea of putting something I once thought of as a suppository in my mouth?
I know this is silly because it's only 81 mg, but I thought that one of the side effects of taking a daily baby aspirin would be that I would never get headaches. It would be a preventative painkiller. It would blot out the pre-cramps that signal an upcoming period.
It doesn't really work like that.
This is the worst part about knowledge: you don't know until you have it that you really didn't want it. And at that point, it's too late to unring the bell. After many weeks of thinking about temping and forgetting to temp, my new OB's request to run a new day-21 progesterone test was the perfect reason to pop the thermometer back in my mouth. That number dictated my whole mood for the day.
And this is what I learned after all of those months of having 30-day cycles and thinking that things had somehow normalized with my cycles: I didn't ovulate when I had the right cervical mucous. I ovulated many days later on day-21. My temperatures hovered right above the coverline. My LP ended after 9 days. So much for a perfect 30-day cycle.
I want my new OB to run day-3 blood work for me.
Do I really want to know the results knowing that I can't unring the bell once I see my FSH level?
What does the hope buy me if I end up learning down the line that it was paste instead of diamonds?