... and as the time grows closer my nerves string them selves ever thinner.
Little things make me jump; like the Boi commenting on discharge when helping with the crinone gel. Or a fleck of dark lint on the gusset of white undies.
I accept that all 2ww people go through variations on this theme.
It's either every little thing is a sign it's going ahead or that it's not going to ever happen.
Paranoia's increase. The warmer the temperature the more panicked I become about the heat regulation thingy. If I'm cleaning in a warm moist environment then I am convinced I am dooming the cycle before it has a chance.
Skipping a meal: eating later than usual: forgetting the elevit: are all death sentences that I am inflicting upon this little life that may or may not be inside of me. (It doesn't help that Coca Cola is helping me better than most things as a tummy tonic, all that caffeine, all those conflicting reports about it's impact on foetuses.)
The Boi is pretty good in coping with my swings but he can't always be there; and that's when the little voices of doubt are the loudest.
That's when I feel myself reaching for the Kettle Chilli Chips and pigging out.
So; only 5 more sleeps. Thank goodness I'm working the next three days and have distractions organised for Tuesday. Wednesday I am buying a new online game as a consolation/celebration gift for myself.
On a lighter note: the Boi has posted a very funny (imho) post about how he's coping. It's not all laughs some of it's d&m stuff. But the final line had me in tears I was laughing so hard.
Females with male partners who are infertile might enjoy this perspective, especially the last line.
Thanks for all the continuing support.