My progesterone runs out in a few days. So I can either spend another $25 and a long trip up to the compounding pharmacy and endure greasy undies for another two weeks...or I can just stop when they run out, at 8 1/2 weeks. I think I'll step down and cut the last three into halves to stretch to nine weeks. After all, if I survived the 4th of July with just little thirds of progesterone back when the pregnancy was very new, I think I should be fine at this late date. I'm pretty sure I stopped at nine weeks last time. I should be fine. Right...?
My WTE app says the baby is the size of an olive now. I do have an underlying river of joy about this pregnancy, despite being bogged down most days by loads of work complications. I cannot WAIT until a month from now when I can be done with it all and start enjoying and celebrating - if all my tests come back good and I'm squarely in the 2nd trimester, I think I will do a big Facebook announcement, etc. I didn't do any of that last time, and am kind of sorry I didn't. I was just too afraid of people being judgy or jealous or not supportive. But the heck with it. This is for sure my last pregnancy ever, and I intend to celebrate it. As soon as my event is over, of course.