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The primary function of the corpus luteum is toA) nourish and protect the egg cell.B) produce prolactin in the alveoli.C) maintain progesterone and estrogen synthesis after ovulation has occurred.D) stimulate the development of the mammary glands.E) support pregnancy in the second and third trimesters.
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