Two more weeks

After the hysteroscopy the doctor told us that fertility treatment would be pushed back two more weeks.  Two more weeks isn't that long.  It's the time period of Christmas break, the time period between May day and Mother's Day, the time period until one of my bffs from Canada comes to visit.  It's not that long.  

But for some reason, when you're already in the waiting room, two weeks feels like a set-back.  Imagine waiting a couple of hours for a doctor to see you and then being told only another forty-five minutes.  When daily life of job and errands and family calls, another forty-five minutes might feel like an eternity.  Thus it is with fertility treatment.  At any point, we might encounter such a set-back.  If my next hysteroscopy goes wrong, if I don't respond properly to the hormones, if the doctor finds something (who knows what else is left to find?) unexpected.

This is why I must take each day, each appointment, each procedure as it comes, attempting to live my everyday, beautiful life in the meantime.