Wednesday, October 19, 2011

2ww

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?

5 comments:

  1. I still do dwell on the two weeks; I do hate the regular reminder.

    I still am not quite feeling comfortable in my skin as being childless; there are days I get ahead, and then days I get behind. Hopefully time will be the cure!

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  2. Thank-you for the reminder that these days of counting life in 2 week increments will someday, one way or the other, be a distant memory.

    Congratulations on the new job :).

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  3. Congrats on the new job - hope you enjoy your remaining "free" days!

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  4. The dreaded 2WW, how I dislike thee! I can't wait until living my life in two week increments is a distant memory!

    Congrats on the new job! Yay!

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  5. Congrats!

    You are an inspiration to me :)

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