Last night, I lay in bed assessing my attempt at distracting myself during my two week wait. I did extremely well during the first week, but I’ve been failing miserably during week two.
As I lay there, I wondered how many two week waits I’ve endured. When I add together all my pregnancy attempts, it turns out that I’m currently in my 23rd TWW.
That’s 46 weeks!!!
In the past four years, I’ve spent 46 weeks wishing, hoping, wondering, googling and stressing. Holy shit. That’s a lot of weeks. Too many weeks. That’s almost an entire year!
I know that there are people out there who have spent even longer (some much, much longer) in TWW limbo land. What an unpleasant place to be.
I’m hoping this realization will knock some sense in to me. Do I really want to waste any more of my life locked inside my head, over-analyzing and stressing myself out? Or do I want to let things happen as they will and enjoy every moment, no matter what time of the month it is?
I think the answer to that one is pretty clear.
I’m officially restarting my attempt to ignore my TWW. Bring on the weekend!