I'm knitting with only one needle -- unravelling fast, it's true ...

"I'm going slightly mad ...
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened
It finally happened --
I'm slightly mad"

--Queen, "I'm Going Slightly Mad."

And that? Is how I feel about (a) progesterone, (b) the end of the two-week wait, (c) assisted reproduction, and (d) life in general.

Feeling pretty useless, too. Need to get off the couch ...