Look to your left. Can you see my ticker? Depending on when you are looking you'll see I have a month (well 30 days) until the coil is removed.
For the last six months time has been anything but constant.
Whenever I go on a journey I always find the last quarter incredibly tedious. Whether it is a twenty minute trip and the last five minutes are excruciating or a four hour journey the first three hours will fly but but the last hours? c r a w l s.
And it turns out it is the same with the last six months. The first four went by in a flash. These last few weeks have been eye-wateringly slow. A down moment at work, and I flick to my calendar counting how many working days until the coil is removed, or number of weeks until I might actually (assuming everything goes to plan) get the IUI.
It doesn't help that I have a weeks holiday coming up so I am waiting for that too.
But do you know what pisses me off most?
Even though I've been sloughing through nine months in total since I last had sex without contraception, even though before that it was another six months since I ovulated, even though prior to that there was a good few years of waiting until the husband would allow me to try and get pregnant. Even with all that waiting. I know that at some point in my future I'll have a mere two week wait that'll probably seem longer than all of that put together.
I just hope it'll be worth the wait.