After going through this for so long there comes a point where nearing the end of the 2ww is different. Way different from when a positive pregnancy test meant in your mind that you would have a baby in nine months.
There comes a point where a sliver of you is hopeful, but a pit starts to form in your stomach at the mere thought of getting a positive result.
I used to find myself dying to take a test five days early. Now? I push it back as far as I can, knowing that such pain and anxiety comes with two pink lines.
My best friend called when I was at the gym today. "I thought you don't workout while you are waiting to test?" she asked. There comes a point where I decided I cannot put my life on hold anymore. I am done with it.
So, that's where I'm at. That point of waiting to test, but not holding my breath at the same time.
It's just different now.