Remember when I got my bag of goodies last week? Needles, Progesterone, alcohol swabs?
I was dreading, no seriously dreading the first injection. But, it wasn’t bad. At all.
Shane has been giving me them since Friday and he has gotten really good at it, I don’t feel a thing.
Then Monday rolled around and I couldn’t shake the fact that I was going to have to give myself the shot. I so over reacted, imagine that. I mean there is nothing fun with jabbing yourself with a big ass needle but it’s totally doable, I didn’t faint, cry or even whimper. Winning! The worst part is the the aftermath. I am left with sore bruises dotting my booty and hips. Maybe I am doing something wrong? Human pincushion.
Today is my transfer day. I don’t have any real emotions about it, I’m not nervous or worried, it’s just what it is, going to the dr. to get knocked up…hopefully.
I will tell you all about it. I mean what else am I going to do in bed for 48 hours?