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).

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.

Injections to begin...

I've had all initial blood work done.  I'm taking a handful of vitamins daily.  I've taken my last birth control pill.   All this signifies the beginning of injections.   My life revolving around needles.

Feb 9 is egg retrieval day.   Feb 13 is when implementation happens. Then 48 hours of bed rest.   

I then wait until February 27 to see if my $15,000 lottery ticket was a winner.   

On a side note.  I asked a coworker how they kept their sanity.  Her response?  "I didn't.  I was a basket case."   Check.  

Bummer Summer

The Friday before labor day, my husband and I discovered this IUI did not take.  More specifically, I had just finished my orientation for preschool.  As I was standing there answering the last few rounds of new preschool parent questions, I felt it.  Under my breath I muttered "well hot damn" and finished up.  My thoughts were confirmed when I had a chance to get away.

My husband and I feel like failures.  I am not someone who faces much failure, so this is hard to take in.  We know that we spent the entire summer taking it easy, swallowing pills, getting acupuncture, sitting in the doctor's office, avoiding alcohol, moving around schedules and more... and it has all amounted to zip.  zero. zilch.  Zrustration.  

We did decide to go out with a bang.  This labor day weekend we indulged on everything we cut out.  I had a bloody mary, chocolate, beer, cheese and even white bread.  Yes, I live dangerously.  

I am now on 2 weeks of birth control pills to delay my cycle.  Next stop, Menopur.