i’m just going to be straight about it:
i hate the two-week wait.
at least i’m not the only one, but seriously. i particularly detest the second week, when hope starts to fade and pessimism [realism?] sets in, and perhaps the hormonal environment isn’t the most conducive to rainbows + butterflies [or sanity] anyway. i imagine phantom [??] implantation pains and obsessively take temperatures just to comfirm that there is still progesterone in my body [so yeah, things did finally move forward during that last frustrating cycle]. i begin worrying/feeling guilty about:
◼ my morning coffee
◼ my 30 minute
◼ upside-down yoga poses
. . . and obviously you can forget about a nice relaxing glass of wine. [maybe that’s a good thing; even in other situations, drowning one’s sorrows probably isn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms. but sometimes it’s nice.]
i also have to fight the urge to take 10 pregnancy tests daily, even though it would be a miracle of medicine to turn out a positive just 7 days post-ovulation. sometimes i lose the fight, and then i have to stare at that one line on a pristine white background YET AGAIN. turning it, squinting, and examining it in different lightings just desperate to see a hint of something different. and never finding anything [except for that one time i still had that ovidrel shot still circulating in my body. that was quite the roller coaster.]
i am distracted at work. distracted at home. distracted while sleeping. i want so badly to stop the waiting game; to be able to live in the moment and forget about things — but every thought just leads back to the same place. oddly, this really isn’t nearly as much of an issue during other points in the cycle, whether i’m getting ultrasounds and blood draws or taking drugs to help with ovulation. perhaps i should consider myself lucky.
so, uhhh, that’s what’s going on with me!
at least it will be over in a week.
oh, and i also made dinner yesterday:
summer linguini from SNED featuring shredded zucchini + summer squash
josh and i gave this two thumbs up although next time i would also add some fresh cherry tomatoes. they’re so good right now!
edited to add: just listened to a tara brach podcast on flow + presence which might as well have been written for me in response to this post. i will do my best to take her advice to heart and let go of the control and the ‘shoulds’ and the ‘if only . . .’ thinking that truly does get in the way of really living. wow — powerful and timely.
thank you, loreejo. it also really just helps me to get it out.
It took us two years to conceive this time around and it got to the point where I stopped thinking about the 2ww since I just thought it wasn’t going to happen, and my husband didn’t want to look into infertility for another year yet because he thought our lack of success was stress-related (in the two years of TTC, we lost my dad to suicide, moved in with my mom, and I got laid off.) Within 2 months of me giving up hope, it did. I think there’s a happy ending for everyone, we just don’t know what form it will take until it happens. I’ll be thinking of you.
Your thoughts and feelings sound so familiar, yet am lost at what to say because we each need to hear something a little bit different. You are doing everything perfectly for YOU and keep believing that you are getting closer and closer with each step. Much love and happy baby vibes are being sent your way.
All I can say is hear you!!!! Don’t give up hope.
I found it easier not to keep taking tests, I would justify that the test wasn’t right yet and then I’d want to try again soon. waiting for my period was the only answer I’d accept as the end of that cycle. but it all sucks. 🙁