Now that the hoopla and busy-ness of ovary monitoring, egg retrievals, embryo reports and embryo transfers has gone away, I’m left to wait. When I wait, I dwell. When I dwell, I inevitably think un-positive thoughts. Let’s face it, you usually don’t dwell on positive thoughts – its the negative ones that sneak in and begin to mulitply. (image: wani abdullah )
I am just getting that feeling as if the die is finally set and what will be will be. Normally, I actually find a lot of relief in that thought because it means that worrying can’t do anything and therefore, I shouldn’t worry. But this time, unlike all of the other steps that we have gone through with IVF, there is no next step, there is no chance to pull things out. Either the embryo(s) implant or they don’t and all that stands between me and that test is a lot of time.
It is hard not to place a crushing amount of weight on the outcome of that test. You want to be positive so that you aren’t harming your body with negative thoughts, but you don’t want to think too positive lest you get horribly crushed should things go wrong. This is the seventh time I have been in the medicated 2ww and I have still not found that perfect balance, that alchemy between hope and caution that allows me to live through the 2ww without driving myself crazy while not getting my hopes up so high that I fall to the ground faster than you can say “infertility sucks”. Inevitably, my positive thoughts turn to that wonderful delusion that I could be pregnant. And I always, always feel lilke an idiot for thinking it when the test comes back negative.
I would like to say that I’m preparing myself for a negative. That’s probably partly true. I think, though, which each negative result, I’m learning how to shrink my hope that much more to prevent further heartache. Yet, I also feel guilty that I’m buying into a self-fulfilling prophecy if I prepare myself for a negative.
In the end, I am once again reminded that I can’t really control anything and I have done the absolute best that I can. I’m eating well, not drinking, no chugging the Diet Coke, and am faithfully doing the PIO injections (which are actually getting less painful – yay!). But, it just doesn’t seem enough. Can I just hibernate until next week?