I've been struck recently by how quickly time passes in other people's lives. Several people whose blogs I read have taken huge steps forward while I've been waiting and waiting, and it's seemed to come out of nowhere. One moment someone's considering IVF, the next she's in the two week wait after her transfer. Someone doesn't post for what feels like a few days, and suddenly she's about to have her IUI. And I know it happens to you guys, too. Doesn't it seem like just yesterday I was soliciting your advice about this surgery? BAM! It's in three days!
This experience reminds me of the work Oliver Sacks and others have done on our perception of time. It's a fascinating universe of research. For example, in a New Yorker article, Sacks describes a person pouring a cup of tea. Time slowed down so much for her that she kept pouring and pouring, unaware that the cup had overflowed. This nice article summarizes some of the extra neat stuff.
I wonder if, in a dystopian future, the phenomenological experience of waiting for things will be medicated out of existence. That is, we'll still wait, but we won't feel it. Like, I'm imagining meeting with my RE after my recovery, and him saying, Everything looks good, so you're cleared to try again. Don't forget to take your prenatal. Oh, and here's a prescription for meth. Take this once a day and it will help the time pass more quickly. Meth is bad for baby, you say? Whatevs! It will be worth it, I promise. Plus, it will give you extra nice teeth and skin!
Of course...in this dystopia, people like me won't even be allowed to reproduce, but will be forced to live underground like moles. OH WELL.