The wife and I are in the middle of the mind-numbing, anxiety-inducing, stress-in-a-barrel two-week wait. (yay for hyphens)
The wife’s IUI was last Tuesday, meaning we won’t know if she’s pregnant or not for another week. For the first couple days we both laughed about how much we’re going to hate waiting, but it wasn’t that bad (at least for me). Now, halfway through, we’re both about ready to buy every pregnancy test at Walgreens and have her take one every 6-8 hours from now until the blood draw. My wife seems like she is OK with this plan, even though we both know that taking her peeing on a stick tonight wouldn’t really tell us anything for sure.
The two-week wait is such a big thing that there are many websites decided to dealing with it. But, here’s the problem, none of that advice is helpful. It pretty much boils down to: keep busy, try and not think about it, and think positive. Don’t get me wrong, on a basic level, that’s decent advice, but if someone told me in person that those were the keys to happiness during these two weeks I’d want to kick them in the shins and curse them with funny bone numbness for the rest of the day.
First, if the wait was a day or two, you can fill up the time with working out and work and the dog and such, but two weeks? You can’t keep yourself constantly busy for two weeks and still except to be able to afford the blood test down the line. Second, you can’t just will yourself to not think about something, just attempting to do that means you’re thinking about the thing you don’t want to think about.
So here’s my tip to surviving the two-week wait: accept that you have zero control over the situation, stay positive, pray however much you feel comfortable, and yell “baby” into you wife’s uterus at least once a day. I know what you’re saying, “that advice isn’t any better”. I can hear it through your screen. Well, you’re right, it’s not. But it’s all I have. We’ve been waiting for less than a week and I’m already somewhere between anxiety -ridden, impatient, and criminally insane. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll both make it through, with at least part of our sanity intact. But I have to believe at this point that this two-week wait is mother nature’s way of screwing with us.
As the title of this post says: I really don’t know how you guys do it.
So, what’s your advice?