Don't get me wrong. I will do what needs to be done to have a baby, but honestly my veins are crying out in protest. The crooks of my arms looks like a needle dopers. I've got five lovely holes and bruises from bloodwork draws. My tummy and buttocks are sore from the daily sticks.
But, finally, FINALLY, I am done with the majority of needles this month. Last night my MIL met us in a restaurant parking lot for a not-suspicious-at-all-drug-transaction.
To the man driving by in the red Ford truck, if you're reading this, I hope you got your eyes full. That full moon of my butt shouldn't make you feel to special though since every nurse and doctor and medical student East of the Mississippi has seen my rump and hoohaa.
The trigger didn't hurt. The shot wasn't pleasant but the IM part wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
My IUI will be Wednesday and I will start progesterone on Friday. I will probably start testing out my trigger after that.
The next time I get poked and blood sucked out will be for a P4 test at 7dpo and then a beta in two weeks. No more drugs and needles for a while! Woohoo!
The one thing I have realized is that I could never secretly be a druggie, since I would have to have my coworker and MIL to help me with the big, scary needles.
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