So I’m in what is called the TWW-Two Week Wait.
Detour—– Fertility people have all these fancy acronyms and me not knowing them makes me feel like I just joined an exclusive club and I don’t know the secret handshake.
To update, here is where we are in the baby making process:
Last month was our first month of officially trying again with my fertility specialist a.k.a. Dr. C. Last month meaning last cycle month or whatever the club members call it. It was a bad month. Respiratory infection, cold, flu, finals and loads of medication. I didn’t hold out hope for last month because I knew that it probably wasn’t in the best interest for a possible baby for me to conceive while hyped up on meds. Also, you need to have the sects in order to get pregnant and the one night when we were in our ‘magic window’ and I tried I almost suffocated because I was congested. The most sexiest of sexy times ever had.
Fast forward to this ‘month’: We did our Femara for the 5 days as required, did the Ovidrel trigger shot on Saturday 9/26, started Endometrin (fun progesterone that you shove into your lady parts) on the 30th and are currently in the TWW which is the two-week period before you can do a pregnancy test to find out if you are a winner ‘this month’. This waiting period is THEEE WORST. Every little thing that I feel makes me wonder if I’m pregnant. My body is currently the most micro managed object in my universe. I’m comparing every twinge, burp, hiccup, cramp to what I felt ‘the last time’ and it is tiring.
I don’t do waiting well. I want things and I want them now. God has chosen this process however to apparently teach me the lesson of waiting and how to wait well. Am I succeeding? Meh., who knows. But I’m still waiting and that’s where I will be till October 14th and the big test.