Sunday, December 4, 2011

Getting Lapped

When I was in middle school, I was forced (like most others) to take gym. In high school, I was able to avoid this torture by taking dance classes instead. But, in 7th and 8th grades, I was forced to suffer the humiliation of running laps. Actually, it is more accurate to call it walking laps (aka dragging my ass around the field a couple of times). What I remember most about that experience (other than a sadistic PE teacher screaming at me to hurry up) was watching my friends lap me. In the time it took me to run one lap, they would run two or three. It made me feel so lame, so fat, and so ridiculous. I would just watch them disappear around the track. So. far. ahead.

Fast forward to my current limbo: there is an eerily similar situation happening here. While we are still working on conceiving our first baby, many of our friends are starting to try for their second child. This is completely normal and natural, yet it also a reminder of how little progress we have made in the last two years. We are definitely moving in the right direction with IVF, but still. I am getting that same sinking feeling as I did when I was 14.

As I said to His Royal Fabulousness the other day: I just have to keep reminding myself that this process is not a sprint. It is a marathon. As long as we cross the finish line, it shouldn't matter how long it takes. In the meantime, I'll have to put up with the shin splints.

11 comments:

  1. Holy crap I know how you feel. I am being lapped by my younger sister.
    It blows bad.

    MissC

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  2. I know just how you feel dear. My friends have lapped me twice and are onto vasectomies for their husbands, finishing the race for good, and there I am waaay in the back, all out of breath and feeling like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

    :) You're so right. It shouldn't matter how long takes. I imagine while all my friends are having moody teenagers and empty nest syndrome, I'm going to have a little one that everyone wants to hold and pass around, so I can drink my wine. :)

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  3. I hear ya! Second round of birth announcements just started coming in. Talk about adding salt to the wound.

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  4. I'm an asthma kid, you'd think I'd be used to being lapped by now.... but it still hurts like hell.

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  5. Wow girl, same thing here. I just posted this morning and then I read your post. My little sister has baby #2 on the way. We've been TTC since they started dating! It's awful. So sorry it's happening to you too. Good way to look at it that we just have to keep pushing towards the goal no matter how long it takes. And thanks for joining my blog, I've added you too! xoxo

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  6. You're right, getting lapped is an awful reminder how how little progress you've made. But...we're making progress, it's just sloooow.

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  7. I know it well. Several of my high school friends, being that I'm now 42, are grandparents now. Talk about getting lapped!

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  8. LOVE the new design. LOVE this posting. I think it's a perfect analogy. Moon

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  9. Getting lapped sucks. My (younger) SIL had her 2nd baby a few weeks ago. My (way younger) sister had her first the same day. I think about this...they have new babies in their arms and I have AF! Dammit! But you know, you are right. Eyes on the (dear Gd please) prize.

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  10. i feel exactly the same way. my friends are lapping me - and have been for a while. my sister-in-law is lapping me. i expect me other sister-in-law to lap me soon. it's just horrible to watch other people achieve what i want and they achieve it so quickly and easily.

    but you're right - this is a marathon. we're in this for the long haul and i am willing to bet the house that 10-15 years from now, i'll barely remember that it took this long. well, i'll remember, but you know what i mean. it won't matter that my kids are 10-15 years old instead of 12-17. in fact, i might actually be happy that they're not all grown up (like my friends kids).

    that's what i tell myself, at least.

    i think we're on the same IVF schedule. let's talk as things get started. i start birth control sometime in the next 2 weeks, if my period comes. then the journey really begins.

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  11. This is such a great analogy and description. It made me smile - partly because your sense of humor comes through so well, and partly because that experience in gym class is so similar to my own. I hope your marathon ends the way you want it too, and that there aren't many more shin splints in your future.

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