Of being TTC and the TWW

It's been over a year now that my husband and I have been TTC. It's been a learning experience to say the least. The fact that over a year ago I had no idea what TTC even stood for is testament to that. Scrabbling around on the internet, desperate for some insight on how I could improve my chances of getting pregnant, or what tell-tale pregnancy signs I should look out for, I fell into a whole other anxiety-ridden, pregnancy-obsessed world. All these women were talking about being TTC and how their TWW was absolute hell. Lost? I certainly was. I had no idea there was a secret pregnancy code! 

Yes it seems that women Trying To Conceive (TTC) have come up with a secret code, or at least a list of abbreviations for those in the know. Once I cracked the code I was well on my way into a world where the most intimate details of one's bodily functions are shared, discussed and honestly, obsessed over. Every twinge, cramp, ache and wave of nausea excitedly detailed, ad nauseam. And that's not even mentioning the countless threads discussing each other's cervical mucus. (Apologies to more delicate readers, I promise not to mention the words 'cervical mucus' too frequently in this blog.)

It wasn't long before I decided this form of group therapy was not for me. It's not that I'm prudish in anyway, we should all feel free to discuss our bodies and get the information we need. But this all felt too intense, bordering on the neurotic. However some six months later I soon found myself bordering on the neurotic on my own TTC journey. More about my amusing and not-so-amusing neurotic escapades later.

Oh and as for the TWW it is hell. But this blog is part of my therapy for that. Oh and no more calendars. For those of you not in the know (no condescension implied) the TWW is the Two Week Wait. The two week wait before you get the best news of your life, or the big disappointment. Then the TTCing begins all over again...