Thursday, May 10, 2012

Time goes by...

...so slowly.


It's like waiting for Christmas

For the past month, time has not been my friend.  I'm not the most patient of people, and when I'm excited for something, my impatience is amplified.  I'd like to think as I get older that has mellowed.  You know what?  Scratch that, I have no patience and if I ever claim to have it, John would be the first to publicly call me out on that.

So we are on schedule next week for egg-retreival, or as we're calling it:  Easter Tuesday. Which means shortly after that, it is implant day.  (I shall be celebrating by having egg salad sandwiches.)

I'm beginning to understand that each little milestone in this journey is like waiting for Christmas to arrive.  Only it comes every few weeks and your excitement grows exponentially with each passing one, never to be satisfied.

I'm so excited that I can't sleep at night without the assistance of Melatonin.  And when I chit-chat at work, I'm talking about the process of surrogacy, and all things hypothetical baby.

Maybe this is it.  Maybe this is the universe's way of laying the groundwork for parenthood.  To learn patience, never sleep, and babble-on mindlessly over your children.

I've been given a reprieve?
But wait, it gets darker

Underneath the excitement, in my brain; there's a Morgan who knows better: the realistic one, the smart one, the one I've locked in a cage because he's annoys the shit out of me.  He's the one that says things like:  'you should stop eating after the third slice of pizza' or 'you shouldn't drink that tequila', etc.  He's easily silenced by things like eating a whole pizza or several ounces of tequila.  He's the one that's been constantly whispering to me that this is a first attempt; do not get your hopes up; and even if a pregnancy test is positive in a few weeks, nothing's set until the heartbeat; and even after that, you're still not out of the woods.

So as much as I hate the little caged bastard called "Conscience Morgan", I guess I have to keep him around.  'Til Tuesday...


5 comments:

  1. Enjoy the egg salad sandwiches and the melatonin! I understand about the whole "worry" thing - once you overcome one hurdle, you realize there are many more ahead! Hang in there!

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  2. How adorable that you are celebrating with egg sandwiches. Hope it all goes beautifully, best wishes.

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  3. Hang in there....this ride is a roller coaster...slow going up the hill but once you hit that pause at the top, you can see the entire world before the twists, turns, flips, and elation from the rush.
    Patience is important but steady persistence is even more important.
    Thinking of you guys...

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  4. I certainly know the feeling! I think that my nerves before the egg retrieval were nothing compared to this 2WW. Then again, I'm sure that I'll say that the nerves during the 2WW were nothing compared to the wait for the first ultrasound! Good luck!

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    1. Oh this all sounds so familiar. Celebrate the good news...and know that no news is usually good news. Hang in there...your day is coming!

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