I am convinced that 99.999% of IF treatment is comprised of waiting, and if there's anything I'm not good at, it's exactly this. So, here I am again. No, I am not in the middle of the dreaded 2 WW, which I've done an agonizing four times before, but in some ways, I find the wait between cycles more torturous...ok, maybe not. I was kind of fibbing there. I'd rather carefully twist the teeth out of my head than be met with a 2 WW (whose days I am convinced resemble nothing in Earth days, but some Alien 78-hour day). Yet still, even without the 2 WW, I have found ways to blow up my RE's phone lines.
Like yesterday, when I had my useless PG test and was almost convinced that it just *might* be positive. Of course, it wasn't (as AF proved today), but from 9 AM (the time I took the test) until 4:30 PM (the time they called me, several hours after they said they would and many messages from me later), I was wringing the bottom of my shirt into knots, staring at my phone as if I could telepathically activate it. Now my wait is focused on getting more test results back...genetic and baseline bloodwork, so I can glory in how very un-reproductive my body continues to be. I hate the wait for bad news and I feel like that's all I ever do in this journey. But I suppose it's better than waiting for nothing at all.