That we are on cycle #3 of the 3-cycle-post-HSG-increased-pregnancy-rate phenomena.
That getting pregnant is only half the battle. My bigger battles will come later.
That the Sperm-Meets-Egg Plan – as fun as it was – and a very, clearly positive OPK will actually work.
That it won’t.
That my friend, who just started trying, will announce she is pregnant any day now. I will be happy for her but it will make me feel like such a loser.
That God and nature could be so cruel that I’ll have another miscarriage.
That Gus is almost 13 years old and is visibly slowing down.
That my job, which I have had for 6 years, will end on August 31.
That I made a mistake in February by turning down a promotion and move package to the new state where my company is moving mostly because I was afraid that we wouldn’t achieve a successful pregnancy along with the stress of selling our house, buying a house, moving, starting a new job and having Cowboy leave his job.
That now I have neither job nor elusive successful pregnancy.
Of course, after having written this, I completely realize that I am SUCH A WHINER. Tomorrow I will try to be more cheerful and hopeful and think of all the good things I should think about. Whatevs. But this is it for today.
Welcome to the hell that is the Two Week Wait