The two week wait (lovingly referred to as the TWW by TTC [trying to conceive] couples) is hellish enough on it’s own.
For those who aren’t familiar, because I know I wouldn’t be if I hadn’t had all these troubles, it’s the 14 day stretch from ovulation to menstruation. It’s the excruciating time between “trying” and either discovering a conception, or, well, not.
This almost unbearable waiting period during which I grow increasingly anxious and hopeless is horrible enough without adding injected hormones that create drug-induced pregnancy symptoms. I’ve come to the conclusion that the most inhumane thing to do to a TTC woman is to inject HCG (the pregnancy hormone) into her system, which causes her to feel pregnant, and then tell her to “just wait”. I understand the medical reasons for doing so, but here I am on my second round of drugs, feeling pregnant, dealing with fatigue, increased appetite, heartburn, swelling, bloating and headaches … all while knowing that inevitably, the drugs will wear off, the symptoms will fade, my little dream world of pretending I’m actually pregnant will float away, and I’ll be left with my period, a flat belly, and another round of treatments.