I cannot wait until next Thursday when I pop my last birth control pill (hopefully for a very long time). 6 straight weeks of BCPs and I'm ready to get rid of the acne and the bloat.
I cannot wait until the following Monday when I start stims - even if those "stims" will inititally be (the confusing and anti-climactic) Clomid. Clomid that will no doubt bring about acne and bloat.
I cannot wait until 4 days later when I start real stims - hamster ovaries and nun pee, straight to my abdomen.
I cannot wait until I hear that our big, plump and numerous follicles are ready to trigger - not because one runaway is threatening to ruin it for everyone, but because they are all mature and ready to make babies.
I cannot wait until I'm bent over the kitchen counter, my husband standing behind me with that inch and a half needle aimed right for my ass.
I cannot wait until I wake up from anesthesia to hear how many beautiful, textbook quality eggs were retreived. And I can't wait for the long day of napping and gatorade that will follow.
I cannot wait until the phonecall that tells me how many fertilized, how they're growing and that we're definitely doing a 5 day transfer.
I cannot wait until the moment when my husband stands at my side, grasping my hand as we watch on the ultrasound screen as our babies are sent home.
I cannot wait until I am waited on hand and foot. We wouldn't want to upset any precious embryos with chores or cooking. And just to be sure they're feeling safe and sound, their daddy will caress my bruised abdomen and tell them through layers of fat (and bloat) how much he loves them.
I cannot wait until I experience an entire 14 day luteal phase without a single smear of blood, for the first time ever.
I cannot wait until the phone call that changes our life - for the good - and tells us that maybe this time we will finally become parents. Even if it does mean another 2 months of shots in the butt.
I cannot wait until we see our baby(s), bright and healthy, on the ultrasound screen for the first time.
I cannot wait until I use the doppler on my own belly, in my own home with my husband at my side and hear the woosh-woosh-woosh of life growing inside.
I cannot wait to watch the trimesters fall behind me as my belly grows big and healthy before me.
I cannot wait until we learn if we're having boy(s) or girl(s) and to watch my future change before my very eyes to adjust to this new reality of our growing family.
I cannot wait until I feel flutters, pinches, kicks and rolls from inside, knowing their personalities before anyone else can even imagine who they are. Until my husband, too, can feel them; know them.
I cannot wait until I'm struggling in my own labor, learning that things don't always go as planned (but sometimes do). My man will be at my side, comforting, coaching in a way that only he can.
I cannot wait to hear that first scream as a wet, bloody and very confused new person is brought into this big world.
I cannot wait to meet my child(ren), placed squirming and pink on my chest after my husband cuts the cord connecting them to me.
I cannot wait to get home and wonder what in god's name we've done and how we're possibly going to do this. And then we'll do it, day in and day out, better and better as it gets easier (and sometimes harder).
I cannot wait until milestones are reached: they'll smile and roll over and sit and stand.
I cannot wait until reaching hands and tiny fingers torture the cats. I can't wait...but the cats can.
I cannot wait until I hear my name - the only name I've ever known in my heart - spoken by my baby. Mommy.
I cannot wait for first days of daycare, first days of school, first loose teeth, first friends, first fights.
I cannot wait to watch them grow bigger, grow up, grow away from me as they become their own individual selves. Selves who sometimes just need their mom.
I cannot wait to to live all the moments I've been imaginging my whole life. And to experience all the experiences that I never could've known were to come.
I cannot wait for any of it. But I will. I'll wait as long as it takes.