Ask any infertile. She'll tell you what 2ww means. It's the dreaded two week wait. It's the time between peak day and either long awaited joyful news or dreaded disappointment. I was thinking about that as I was ironing this evening. How do you explain to someone that you live your life in two week increments?
I don't remember when I actually stopped doing that. Life two weeks at a time. It just happened. Some of it was a very conscious decision. This baby thing may never happen, and if it doesn't, what did I miss along the way? And, in fact, in our case it didn't. And I'm okay with that. Really.
Two weeks used to seem like such a long time. It took forever. And now? It flies by. I've been out of work a little more than two weeks. The days are a blurr. I've hiked lots with DH and Jack. I've done yard work and sewed and read. I've spent time visiting with family.
I've activated my resume on the internet job boards and fielded oh so many calls. I've gone on several interviews and decided what comes next. In less than a week I'll start a new job.
And two weeks, no three weeks, will have seemed like the blink of an eye.
How did that happen?