Period has started in earnest. Making for a dorkily short luteal phase of 11 days. And to think I was managing 13-day luteal phases before!
Never mind. I am chosing to put this down to General Post-Miscarriage Hormonal Weirdness. All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.
I must go and finish my poems before I have to get out of my gourd on codeine. I must go and count my tampons. I must go and lie down.