I HATE HATE HATE the 2WW.
It messes with your mind. It messes with your emotions. And it absolutely messes with your credit card.
Every spasm and cramp is a tell-tale pregnancy sign.
- The cramps are surely a sign of your bub getting snug in your uterus. It can’t be PMS!
- The nausea is welcomed with open arms because surely it’s a sign of pregnancy and NOT PMS.
- The headache is surely a sign of pregnancy hormones and NOT a PMS migraine.
- And I can’t forget about implantation spotting, the much sort after bleed that proves bub has taken to its new home – surely this cannot mean a menstrual cycle is around the corner.
The 2WW is an eternity. I swear time stands still. The working days become longer, my addiction to Dr Google gets worse and my ability to sleep evades me. A slight pain here, a little spasm there... and I want to know what it means. Each cycle I promise myself that I won’t read into the symptoms and just wait out the 14 days. Honestly, I have no will power. Clearly I have a weakness and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It’s an effort to fight the urges most days to check what each symptom means.
But for the next 3 days I’ll be too distracted. It’s time to make my escape! I’m jumping on a jet plane today and heading to Melbourne to get me some quality BFF time. JJ will distract me with wine, shopping and the latest Twilight movie no doubt.
Are you, or is someone you know, struggling to get pregnant?