The dreaded 2 week wait

Since last time our pregnancy came as a surprise, I wasn't waiting to take a pregnancy test. I was actually waiting to get my period, which was almost as annoying, but I was also teaching, so the days were super busy and I didn't actually think about it much. It was after spring break and if you teach third grade or higher in Texas you know that post-spring break is review season followed closely by testing season. Needless to say I was rushing around trying to finish my last weeks of content (it was space, the kids favorite!) while planning my review that would start in a couple weeks. (My review ended up starting the week I started having morning (all day) sickness, so I was really glad that I had already done all of the planning and prep beforehand!)

Anyway, this go around the waiting is absolutely killing me and according to Louis, making me mean. Which I won't dispute. With Carter according to my due date I ovulated on a Monday, and then got a positive pregnancy test two Sundays later, or 13 days. Today I am 8 days post ovulation and still got a negative (which was totally expected, I am taking cheapy $1 tests every day because somehow I feel more proactive that way?) And actually I am just assuming I did ovulate. I had bloodwork done on Friday that should tell us yes or no and I haven't heard back yet. I'll probably call this morning and leave a reminder message. (My doc/nurse is the worst about calling with test results... I'm actually thinking about changing docs anyway and this adds to my reasons.)

Unfortunately my 2ww (2 week wait) started last Tuesday, which was two days before Halloween. Ugh. I have eaten SO much chocolate it isn't even funny. The stress snacking is going to help me put on a few pounds right away. I know I just wrote that I feel more hopeful about this cycle, but I also feel more worried that it won't work and what that will mean. When you're trying the old fashioned way there is like a 30% chance of it working each month. Now I have at least 7 friends off the top of my head who got pregnant either accidentally or the first month, so I have to wonder about that stat, but still, I knew each month that it might work, might not.  I feel like this time I knew so much and it was so scheduled that if it doesn't work I'm immediately going to panic. Poor Louis if that happens. Publically I'll be positive and say, "not this month but I'm sure it will be soon!", but privately I will be falling apart. Hate to say it but I know myself. I luckily have one friend who used clomid, and another who has been struggling with AO like I have so I have two girls I can whine to and who can actually understand. Others are sympathetic but no one else I know personally actually knows what it's like. It's nice not to feel alone in our journey!

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