Already weary

After giving myself my ganirelix shot this morning I found my positive attitude to be weaning.   This was after I had bloodwork.

It was the moment of thinking "this one hurts... I don't want to keep injecting drugs into my body... my ovaries are sore...I hate having someone else open my classroom...etc..."  I was glad that I was checking out before the receptionist had arrived.  I could feel my smile fading and the injection had given me a reminder to not wear a belt after today. 

I have forgotten that ivf is a marathon not a race.  Infertility is not for the weak. 

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).

Blood work on super bowl Sunday

Wore my Seahawks sweatshirt on Saturday during my first blood work appointment.  The nurse said "oh! Seahawks.  Who's the other team playing?"  I told her there was no other team.

Showed up on super bowl Sunday and the nurse had this little gem of wrap ready for me.  She is awesome!

GO HAWKS!

Must be 845

How I mix cocktails now.  The new happy hour at the Wilson house.

return of the tick

Day one of injections is over and done.  Round 2 is about to begin.

As of this week I have reverted to my old nervous tick of wringing my hands.  When I catch myself, I try to put lotion in my hands to at least give the habit some purpose.

When I come through this I might not just have a baby, I could also have really soft hands. Bonus.