The dreaded Two Week Wait

Oh, what's that.
I think I feel something.
Yes. I definately felt something.
It's not cramps.
I think it happening.
I think its that implanation process.

This is a conversation that I have had with myself over the last two months. It may sound familiar if you have ever tried to conceive. The two week window of waiting is long. Very long. Epically long for someone who is impatient like myself. Ever tiny rumble in my belly gets me excited. This could be it, I think to myself. I think I am pregnant.

The first time around trying to have a baby was really, really easy. We had been on our honeymoon when we decided that it was time for us to start having children. I am on the older side (37 at the time) and I thought my eggs weren't getting any younger. We began trying when we got home. I downloaded an ovulation tracker app on my phone. I took note on when my green days (fertile days) were and by the end of the month we were pregnant. It was really that fast and that easy.

This time, it is our second month trying. It's a foreign area for me, for us. I am three days away from when my cycle is suppose to start. This last week and a half I have felt tired, crampy, nauseas and tired, oh wait, I already said I was tired, but it is worth repeating because it has been bad. I  have also had headaches. The problem is, I am not sure if it is more from the stress of waiting to see if I am pregnant or if its because I am actually pregnant. The whole thing is really just a bit of science and magic.

Last night I wanted to have a glass of wine with dinner. I was convinced that I was pregnant so I took a pregnancy test. It was negative. So I drank two glasses. This morning I convinced myself that the best time to test is first thing in the morning and...that one was negative too.

The first time around I was spoiled. I was lucky. I was blessed to get pregnant so quickly.

Later that afternoon, I got my period.
Maybe next month.