I’m in the middle of the two-week wait right now.
If you know, you know. It’s the part of the IUI process where you wait and wait and wait. It sounds simple, but honestly, it’s the hardest part for me.

The thing about the two-week wait is there’s nothing left to do. The appointments are done, the meds are taken, the shot is in. Now you just wait.

I’m trying to act normal, go to work, do the things, but inside I’m obsessively tracking every feeling in my body. I tell myself not to, but I start to Google all the things, and I become Detective Google — searching for clues in every cramp, weird craving, and every bathroom trip.

I asked Google, is sneezing too much a sign of early pregnancy?
My left boob tingles, but not my right boob — am I pregnant?
I have a cramp in my pinky toe — is that a sign of early pregnancy?

The answers are always like, maybe ask a doctor.
And it’s maddening. But also, it’s how I’m trying to stay close to hope. Because deep down, I want every tiny thing to be a sign. Every cramp, every mood swing, every feeling.

Even when I try to just relax, I’m counting days. I’m noticing symptoms. I’m trying to convince myself not to be too hopeful, but also begging the universe to let this be it.

Some days I’m calm and grounded. Other days it’s mood swing Olympics in our home. And my husband — I cannot thank him enough. He’s patient, he’s calm, and he’s simply amazing.

But this is real. This is the part no one really talks about. The weird emotional limbo where you’re doing nothing, but it feels like everything is at stake.

So if you’re here too — I see you. You’re not alone in this wait.

Until next time, breathe, walk gently, and hold onto hope. 💛