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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Time
One of the strange things about trying to conceive is how it often feels like I am in some sort of time warped bubble.
I have a very normal cycle so I only have to wait about 12-14 days for ovulation. Two weeks. No big deal. Then starts the two week wait which for me is closer to a 12 day wait to find out if I have to start all over again. So, a total of 26 days. That isn't a huge amount of time. 26 days is almost 4 weeks. I know what you are thinking. Whoa! Check out her math skills.
Four weeks of a failed trying to conceive cycle means that someone that got pregnant last cycle, is now 8 weeks pregnant and likely heard a heartbeat.
Another failed cycle for me? They are now celebrating the end of the grueling first trimester and enjoying a moment or two of relief.
Then 4 weeks later and another one lined test staring back at me, they are starting to stroke an emerging belly and eagerly anticipating those first kicks and rolls of baby.
I forge ahead and try try again. No dice? They are finding out the gender.
It really is simple math. But why does this still feel so strange to me. I think my brain wants the pregnant ladies should slow down their progress so that I can catch up. While impossible, it would still make me feel better.
But in fairness, I should say that when I was pregnant, it was completely different. I couldn't believe how long a week was. Each week felt like a month. Each day like a week.
I know I might be kind of babbling but I feel like the mother who looks at her child and wonders to herself, how on Earth did my kid start and finish high school. Wasn't I just dropping him off at kindergarten? But ask that same kid how long high school felt? Forever. It took forever.
I want to be in high school (minus the dramatic nonsense) is the bottom line. I want my time to drag in anxious agony. I want to cross each day off my calendar and smile because I am pregnant.
I should know if I get to watch time go in slow motion by Monday or Tuesday. Keep the prayers and baby dust coming!
I have a very normal cycle so I only have to wait about 12-14 days for ovulation. Two weeks. No big deal. Then starts the two week wait which for me is closer to a 12 day wait to find out if I have to start all over again. So, a total of 26 days. That isn't a huge amount of time. 26 days is almost 4 weeks. I know what you are thinking. Whoa! Check out her math skills.
Four weeks of a failed trying to conceive cycle means that someone that got pregnant last cycle, is now 8 weeks pregnant and likely heard a heartbeat.
Another failed cycle for me? They are now celebrating the end of the grueling first trimester and enjoying a moment or two of relief.
Then 4 weeks later and another one lined test staring back at me, they are starting to stroke an emerging belly and eagerly anticipating those first kicks and rolls of baby.
I forge ahead and try try again. No dice? They are finding out the gender.
It really is simple math. But why does this still feel so strange to me. I think my brain wants the pregnant ladies should slow down their progress so that I can catch up. While impossible, it would still make me feel better.
But in fairness, I should say that when I was pregnant, it was completely different. I couldn't believe how long a week was. Each week felt like a month. Each day like a week.
I know I might be kind of babbling but I feel like the mother who looks at her child and wonders to herself, how on Earth did my kid start and finish high school. Wasn't I just dropping him off at kindergarten? But ask that same kid how long high school felt? Forever. It took forever.
I want to be in high school (minus the dramatic nonsense) is the bottom line. I want my time to drag in anxious agony. I want to cross each day off my calendar and smile because I am pregnant.
I should know if I get to watch time go in slow motion by Monday or Tuesday. Keep the prayers and baby dust coming!
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