Our third 2WW is officially halfway over. And so far I have no symptoms (not that I believe symptoms mean anything anymore, since I had cramping in the first 2WW and red-hot nipples* in the second, and both were BFNs).
We’ve kept ourselves pretty distracted thus far, watching a ton of movies and eating everything and anything that sounds appealing. And figuring out how to file taxes together for our first year as a married couple. Right now our living room, strewn with mortgage interest statements and scraps of burrito foil, is probably a pretty apt metaphor for our internal states: a little anxious, a lot distracted.
I’ve been temping this cycle and am feeling pretty discouraged by the lack of a clear “spike” on my chart. I’ve been prowling the internet for pictures of women’s BBT charts so I can obsessively compare mine, and I keep feeling inadequate. (I know I said I was going to stop lurking on the web this 2WW, but the researching and the constant re-reading makes me feel like I have some control over the process, or at least keeps my mind busy, and I’ve decided that both of those things are quite necessary right now.)
Anyway. One more week. Incidentally, our super-cold climate is supposed to climb to almost 50 degrees next weekend, meaning it may be sunny and springy when we finally test. Spring, the ultimate mood-lifter! So the disappointment of a BFN may be tempered by the fact that we can grieve outside under the open sky; a BFP will likely make us shit our pants in ecstasy.
*Looking forward to the search traffic we’ll get with a term like red-hot nipples. Hell-o!