Two Week Wait, wait, what?

Oh the things you don't know before you start trying to conceive (TTC). I mean, firstly, the sheer range of weird acronyms people on the net use to refer to things, But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I think the main thing I didn't realise was the extent to which I would obsess. A pain in my right boob? Was that normal? Or a potential sign of successful conception? I just could NOT stop thinking about it, and I wasn't prepared for that.

In an effort to releive my strained mind I started going through the interwebs when I came accross the term "Two Week Wait".
Suddenly I found all these people in the same boat as me, people who spent every waking moment for 14 days thinking about one thing. Something that connected me to them through our shared experience.

As a queer there really aren't many of my friends (if any) who I can share this with. It's not that no queers have kids, of course they do, but it's not expected, we're not all at the same point, not all getting married, not all the same age even. as queers we're bought together through politics and sexuality, not our life stage.
Now I love my community, but there are simply no other people going through what we are.

So finding a whole bunch of people on the internet doing what I was (more or less) was comforting. So I was NOT a weirdo for thinking about the potential baby non-stop, for analysing each little potential symptom.

I started reading wonderful posts by people who had diligently recorded every symptom and ended up pregnant. "WOW, she got pregnant and she had a stuffy nose in the first week, <u>I</u> have a stuffy nose!"
These are people who share the most intimate details of their body and mind, who talk about their cervical mucus and how they cried for hours when they get their period. People who wish everyone BABY DUST to all their comrades, and give positive wishes to all.
But the funny thing is the acronyms. In order to discuss all the gory details acronyms have come in to talk about things without really talking about them.
The old cervical mucus? That would be CM. Sore boobs? I think you mean sore BBs. EWCM? Egg white Cervical Mucus, prime CM for baby making. BFP? Big Fat Positive. What do you call it when you get your period? AF, or Aunt Flo. Also referred to as The Witch.
I read a wonderful post about this very issue on Offbeat Mama:
Why I hate parenting acronyms
Which looks at how the acronyms reinforce the feeling of belonging.

Of course there had to be one for sex, you CAN'T talk about sex. I figured it was BD, because people would write things like "OPK (ovulation planning kit) positive, going to do BD with DH (dear Husband) tonight" BD? What on earth could that stand for? Turns out it means "Baby Dance".

And I guess everything starts revolving around the potential baby. Sex is not sex, it's the Baby Dance.

In that way I'm lucky being queer, in order to try to conceive we need a little help, sex will never be only about baby making, but that sounds like a post for another day.

So until next time, GL TTC and ***BABY DUST** to all