This is it... the last prometrium.
I probably could have quit at least a week ago, but seeing that I had enough pills to get me to nearly 13 weeks I went ahead and finished them off. My ob didn't really tell me when to quit them. I just told her I almost had enough to make it to 13 weeks and she said that was fine. Oh well.
Things I will not miss about prometrium:
1. Sticking fingers up the va-jay-jay. I was never a cervical position checker and the only CM I ever checked was off the toilet paper. I do NOT like sticking my fingers up there, and will be damn glad to quit.
2. The mess. I was wearing liners, but they don't let you 'breathe' and I was very uncomfortable. I don't know what the consequences of a yeast infection while pregnant are, but I didn't want to find out. If I only did this for 10 days to induce a flow I wouldn't care, but a couple of months is not good. So I decided to sacrifice my undies and live with the mess. It really isn't that bad, but this underwear is getting trashed as soon as I move into maternity underwear.
3. The irritation. I hadn't really experienced any irritation from the progesterone until the last month... sometimes it feels like someone is jabbing a dull pencil into the wall of my vagina. Awesome. And I'm quite sure it's the pro because it normally happens a short while after I put a new one in.
4. The ewww. Nothing is like having an important conversation with your boss and feeling hot progesterone leaking out of your vagina. Ewww! And even though you know it's just progesterone, you still freak for a minute that it could be blood. After the conversation is over (which it doesn't really matter, because you haven't been paying attention since the leaking occurred) you run to the bathroom anyhow. No blood, but at least you can wipe away most of the ewww. Ewwwwwwwww.
5. The insecurity. Every time I would go to insert one, I would lay on my bed to do it. After the insertion, I'd just lay there for a minute and let the insecure thoughts run through my mind. It was the only time of the day when I absolutely couldn't escape them. It made a simple task feel very exhausting. I will not miss that.