The 2ww

No, I am not reminiscing the days of the Second World War. I'm talking about the dreaded "two weeks wait". It's that nerve-racking time between an embryo transfer and taking a pregnancy test. It's two weeks of going crazy, oscillating between mad hope and utter despair. It's two weeks of trying to find things to do so you won't thing about the 2ww. And there aren't many things that will take my mind of it.

So far, I have:

• Wrote emails to catch up with old friends: 2h


• Been to the playground with J: 2h


• Watched the news episodes of Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice on my computer: 45 min each


• Had a massage: 2h


• Checked out kindergartens for J: 1h


• Read infertility forums about the success rate of an IVF, about how to increase the chances of IVF and about what to do in the 2ww: 3h


• Obsessed about the 2ww: 4h


• Updated blog: 30 min.


• Taken my meds: 10 min


• Contemplated cutting and/or dying my hair: 5 min


• Elaborated my Halloween menu (blood soup, bat saliva strings and carnaged pumpkin, since you ask): 20 min

13 days to go. Oh my... My upcoming distractions include a trip to the dentist, visits to prospective kindergartens, and Halloween - which includes pumpkin carving, a kiddie party and cooking. That's not a whole lot to do when you can't even go to work because that means running around for 10 hours a day. No, I'm not a pro athlete, only an event organizer.

Suggestions are welcome. I'll take anything, really.

More than a year later

I am probably the worst blogger ever. There is more than a year gap since the last entry! In my defence, a lot of things have happened in the past year. We have moved countries twice, changed jobs, travelled the world, only to come back in Hong Kong where we belong. Little J is no longer a baby, but a little boy who wants to do everything by himself and is just a joy to mother day after day. I know every parents says this about their kids, and we all mean it. He is the light of our lives and makes all the trouble and bedrest so worthwile.

Enough gloating about my perfect son. Back to business. I am either really insane or suffering from amnesia because we are ready to try for another sunshine to light up our lives even more. How I will manage 6 months of bedrest with a toddler, I do not know. I haven't figured it out yet. All I can think about right now is how a newborn smells sooo good, how their tiny hands wrap around your finger and won't let go, and how it feels to have a baby you can cuddle non-stop as opposed to an 18 months old who is too busy pretending that a door stop is a truck. Hubby looked at me strangeley while I whipped up all my romantic memories from bedrest, trips to the hospital, fears, blood tests and IVF. But here we are, or rather, here I am, poking myself with needles daily and being so loaded up with hormones that I make Godzilla look like a fluffy puppy. I'll keep you posted...