I am now 2dpd3t. I'm officially in 2ww hell. Every twinge must be analyzed. Everything means something. It's pretty funny and I blame the fact that for those of us hoping to conceive through IVF, everything is medical and precise. Most women don't see their potential children until they are 20 weeks WEEKS along. We see our potential future children when they are only 6 or 8 cells big.
We've been poked and prodded so much by the time that the 2ww arrives, it's no wonder we are certain that we can FEEL the teeny tiny microscopic embryo implanting. Just as we KNOW that the twinge we felt at 1:46 am most certainly means that we are not pregnant. Of course it's nuts (especially at 2dpd3t), but it doesn't stop us from googling every thing our body does or doesn't do.
Here's one of my favorite childhood poems - Peggy Ann very well could have been in the 2ww.
Sick by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!"