Here we go again. True to cyclical form. 9 dpiui is, again, the day my brain starts to snap. The day I start fondling my breasts 24/7 in an attempt to determine their plumpness. I swear I may be arrested for indecent exposure with the amount of breast touching I have been doing. "BUT officer. I didn't mean to be inappropriate. It's just that... that... I'm 9 dpiui.....I'm infertile.... I swear I NEVER behave like this outside my luteal phase. Please officer!"
According to my highly scientific observations, I'm guessing this cycle will be a bust. As of yesterday, my already-tiny breasts significantly deflated to a horrifically flaccid balloon shape. Bloating in my belly also deflated significantly. Normally I would gladly lose a few pounds in a few days... but not on 9dpiui! All signs lead to protegesterone departing from my body. And as soon as my buddy progesterone leaves... there is a short pause... before 'HER' arrival!! Oh progesterone - why must you leave me alone with my crazy redheaded aunt!! She has no manners and always overstays her welcome.