Needles: the word of the day

As I'm sitting in my acupuncture waiting room, I realized today my life revolves around needles.

After my 7:10 am blood work (needle 1), I injected one medication before heading to work. (Needle 2)

I sewed up a ripped puppy around nap time with my handy needle and thread. (Needle 3)

Acupuncture appointment  (many needles)

Tonight two more injections of medications (last 2 needles of the day).

lets add cupping

Thursday was a sonogram appointment to check out the follicles and decide upon a trigger shot time.  They look good, trigger shot came later Thursday night. 

My wellness doctor advised an appointment before and after IUI.  The pre IUI appointment was Friday morning.  I got acupuncture in my back this time and then cupping.  I've never had cupping, but have seen it on celebrities and knew what I was in for.  It reminds me of sucking on a cup as a kid, to keep it on your face without your hands, only this time there is no ring around my face.  

Cupping was easy.  The weird part was the menthol put into the cups.  Why is it weird?  Because i could taste it after about a minute of it being applied.  Not taste it in the air, because I couldn't smell it... I could taste it.

I can't wait to see my husband's reaction.  

3rd time was not the charm

After what feels like a long journey of waiting (two weeks post IUI) we found out we are not pregnant.

I don't find anger this time, just a sense of defeat.  Numbness.  Shock maybe?

Monday was the day to check post IUI for pregnancy.  Negative test.  No period.  Some cramping.  Dropped waking temperature. The signs were not looking good.

Tuesday I went in for acupuncture in my new holistic health center.  This is my initial appointment where I give my list of labs taken for the last 2 years, list of vitamins and supplements I am taking, family history, daily diet, exercise, history of my menstrual cycle etc..

I laid on the table for acupuncture at the end of the appointment, and as I laid there I prayed for a child, for a pregnancy, for a miracle.

I drove home, got the mail, I walked in the front door and... well, we all know.  That "oh fuck" moment.  I then texted my out of town husband and opened a beer.  I missed beer.

July is not our month either.