Another straw on the camels back

So today I had the 7dpo blood work to confirm that I'm ovulating and checking my progesterone levels to see if I can sustain a pregnancy. Anything above a 3 is considered ovulating, but they want it to be between 10 and 15 in order to getting pregnant and stay pregnant. Mine was an 8.5 so I've been given a prescription of progesterone to take each month after I ovulate. While I was sitting waiting for the prescription to be filled I had to listen to a baby cry. All I could think was, as if the universe wanted a physical soundtrack to my emotional pain, it provided me a soundtrack. I felt as sad as whatever was making that precious little baby unhappy, and I wanted to cry with her. But I know that this is just a little problem in the world of infertility so I really shouldn't complain. I take a pill, problem fixed. But after the MFI diagnosis it's just another issue keeping us from getting pregnant. Aarrgghhh!

But enough about me and my emotional pain. Poor Jeff is in actual physical pain today because he had his surgery for his umbilical hernia yesterday. It was laproscopic but he still have like six or seven half in cuts. I'm home today taking care of him. I wish there was something I could do aside from be a pill pusher and a cook to make him feel better, but I know only time can do that.