As it's been a while since I've been in a 2ww, I thought I would take a look back at what I did during the 14 days that preceded by my positive test. Please note, I do not think that anything I did helped achieve my BFP or contributed to my eventual miscarriage. It's just an activity to pass time...
CD 12 -Positive OPT
Long day and disappointment with the new Bond film contributes to unsuccessful coitus. Rocket ship was on the launch pad, but failed to blast off. Assisted reproduction is starting to seem easier.
CD 13 -Ovulation night
After spending most of the day shopping for kitchen appliances, we finally have obligatory sex around 8 PM, probably too late...
CD 14 -1 DPO
Lament frustration over another futile cycle with a 10 mile run.
CD 15-18 Days 2-5 post ovulation
Swim each morning. Call RE office to arrange to proceed with IUI next cycle.
CD 17 -4 DPO
Discover that AF will likely start during the long four day Thanksgiving weekend and thus I will not be able to have a baseline scan on CD 2 or 3. Decide to use supplemental progesterone to delay her start. Find some Crinone in our supply closet that expired 6 weeks ago. It seems appropriate for my intended use.
CD 19 -6 DPO
Run 5 miles on a treadmill. Remember why I hate running on a treadmill. Visit with a friend and drink three generously poured glasses of wine.
CD 20 -7 DPO
Wake up with a throbbing headache and dodgy stomach. Fuck; can't remember the last time I was hungover. Need to get up to attend a workshop. Hope that a shower will perk me up. It doesn't. Crawl back into bed and consider bailing, but realise I'd have to find time to make it up. Buck up and get dressed. After twice fighting the urge to pull the car over and be sick, do the 'drive thru of shame' at nearest McDonalds. A sausage McMuffin is the ultimate hangover remedy. Sit in the back of the lecture hall as hangover finally lifts. Swear off alcohol (for now).
CD 21 - 8 DPO
Run 80's themed 10 K. Facebook friends comment that I'm looking hot, which validates hard work and infertile status. Later that evening, become excessively distraught over death of a certain character on Boardwalk Empire (which would inspire blog title) -blame emotional feelings on the progesterone I've been putting up my hoo-ha.
CD 22-24 Days 9-11 post ovulation
Swim daily. Break 8 minutes in 400 kicking time trial and beat rival Phelps for the first time.
CD 25 -12 DPO
Thanksgiving Day. Run 10 K trail run. Comments from cousin's insensitive husband about our intentions to have children during dinner encourages consumption of second glass of wine. Four day abstainance from alcohol ends with an exclamation point.
CD 26 -13 DPO
Notice some dried mucus, which usually announces AF's imminent arrival. Burst into short crying fit that I can't seem to catch a break. Tell Myrtle "Quoting Ginger from Homefront, 'there is no way in God's green earth that I could be pregnant!'" She is gracious enough not to repeat these words when I announce news to the contrary. AF doesn't show up, my progesterone delay tactic worked. I am a genius!
CD 27 -14 DPO
Still no AF, but run half marathon in a decent time and still feel good afterwards, which is equivalent to a BFN. Pick up Femara from pharmacy in anticipation of upcoming IUI.
CD 28 -15 DPO
No AF. Fuck, I've overcooked myself with the supplemental progesterone. Retract 'genius' statement.
CD 29 -16 DPO
Scheduled appointment for baseline scan prior to first IUI cycle, but AF is no where in sight. POAS only because RE will ask if I did and I need to give an answer. Blown away when the second blue line appears. Despite the inevitable unfortunate outcome, this was still one of the biggest surprises in my life.