Inconceivable: Surviving the two-week wait

Every month, I feel like I am jumping out of a plane with a parachute that might not open. The crews tell me that there is a chance it won't open, but I choose to think positively and think this is the month it is going to work. I leap and hit the ground incredibly hard. Then, I pick myself up and get back on the plane.

Each month, they do more to make the "parachute" - my uterus - work (with meds and shots), but in the end I still take the leap not knowing if any of it will work. And each month it seems I hit the ground even harder than before.

The thing that makes it even harder is the two week wait - that stretch between ovulation and your period, when you are looking for any sign that you are pregnant. Yes, jumping out of a plane is quick but when I take my "plunge" it is in slow motion and takes two weeks to know if I'm going to hit the ground.

Since I've gone through way too many of these two-week waits, I decided to showcase what they look like in GIF form: