We’re now down to… just 4 more days of waiting. So far this tww has been fun. We haven’t been stressing about it, instead we’ve been having fun and letting ourselves be excited by the so-called symptoms. K’s had nausea, breast tenderness, exhaustion, loss of appetite, tight tummy/crampy feelings… I’m sure there’s more.
Today there is also some more cramping as well as the nipple pain. There’s two ways of looking at this – the first and generally more favourable is that these are all pregnancy symptoms. See, since taking the ‘erbs, K hasn’t been getting pms cramps. Previously, yes these cramps could be put down to pms, but the last few months have been cramp free so that’s gotta mean something, right?
But of course, as the second week winds past us, the little pessimists hiding inside start to wave a little more vigourously, shout a little louder.
All of these symptoms could be pms, a bit of a bug that’s going around, a fertilized egg that just doesn’t latch on hard enough, or just over-emphasized.
We’re starting to get into the crazy making end of things – honestly I’m exhausted from the fast breaks my head’s been making between optimist and pessimist. While at the start of this cycle we were prepared for it to be a wasted cycle, by now I’m pretty sure my hopes are right up there again.
But it’s been fun to get excited again. Kind of reminds us why we’re doing it, not just trying for the sake of trying. Not that we felt that we were trying for the sake of trying at any point, but it is refreshing. I just think we’ve been more relaxed, joking, hopeful and loving in this tww than in any other for a long time.
And in between all of this, there’s been a fair bit going on, mostly with K’s work, but we also just found out tonight that K’s Mum might be having a major operation on Friday. It’s been planned for a long time but they had a cancellation so looks like it’s being moved up and K is very worried about it. We both are, but understandably K is really not looking forward to it at all.
So Friday is shaping up to be a big day. Ending up with a night out with some friends for bowling and butter chicken – ironically the same exact restaurant and bowling that we used to head to for most of our dates when we first moved here so that should be fun. Celebrating or commiserating.
Oh and the clinic finally figured out that they forgot to bill us for October’s IUI so we got the bill last week. Fuckers.