Well, I'm halfway through my tww, more or less. It's not actually two weeks. It's two weeks and two days, and those extra two days are important!
I've been learning all sorts of things about conception that I'd forgotten. I didn't remember that implantation a week after the sex which starts it all is basically as fast as is possible, and that any symptoms before implantation are either in your head, or a reaction to being very sensitive to the hormones the blastocyst releases.
So I've been having all these (tiny) symptoms, and feeling all optimistic. My idea of where my womb is has been kind of cramping in the tiniest, nicest way, and I've not quite been as hungry as usual, plus the other end has been playing up in a way nobody wants to hear about. I had some satisfactory and convincing backache yesterday evening. Oh, and it turns out I initiated sex last night in my sleep, which is probably just as dodgy as it sounds (and unexpected for us both), but most enjoyable. (I woke up before things actually kicked off, and used my words in an encouraging way.) I think maybe I have more sex drive than usual? But that tends to be a sign of ovulation, I thought, not recent conception.
Now I feel generally pretty ok, and also slightly deflated. It's fun building your own hopes up far in advance of any actual information, isn't it? I think that everything means basically nothing, and that I'm reading too much into everything (and abstaining from alcohol to no useful end!).
It's all fine, really. I know as much as I knew yesterday, which is nothing. I'm not in an actual hurry to conceive this month, or next month (I am in a hurry after that, though!). It's just all a bit strange, this mental striving towards something out of my control.
Oh, and if this was TMI, let me know, and I'll edit my revelations to be safe for work!