Sorry, we’re not talking tequila, folks. Not even cheap vodka. Today’s Doctor’s appointment was mostly about the shots, and not the “It’s girls night out, let’s order shots!” kind. You get the point…or literally, I’ll be getting the point.
Let’s back up for a minute. It wasn’t ALL about the shots. I exaggerate. First, we had our trial transfer where Dr. D practiced the exact placement of the embryos. It wasn’t even as uncomfortable as a pap smear and was over within a few seconds. Then, he checked out all of the plumbing on the ultrasound and he said it all looked good. He actually said, “I am happy with what I’ve seen today.” Yes indeed, I have a nice uterus. Jealous? This was actually news that I was really glad to hear. Who wants a haggard old, stretched out and disappointing uterus? Not me.
After I got dressed and conferenced with Dr. D for a few minutes, Michael joined us. THEN it was all about the shots. We pretty much established that the Embryo Transfer will most likely happen right around May 27th. Wow! Then, the doc left and his 2 nurses joined us for our little shot class (NOT glass, class). My Lupron shots won’t be so bad. The needle is very thin and on the smaller side. It can go right under the skin and and I can do it myself. I’ve actually done these before. They’ll go right into my belly every morning for about two weeks. No big deal. Then, it’s time for the progesterone shots, well, let me help you understand.
I swear, the one I am going to be getting in my junk was bigger, but again, you get the “point.” The nurse actually looked at Michael and said, “Make sure that you push it ALL of the way in.” This one needs to go into the muscle. They recommend that you ice the injection site for a few minutes before you inject the medication. Then, I have heard ladies who have been through this recommend a little heat afterwards. I’m going to take everyone’s advice. Michael actually said to me as we were heading out of the hospital, “I feel bad. I know that I’ll be able to do it, but I feel bad because I don’t want to hurt you. That needle was big.” Yeah. It was big. Bigger ain’t always better, ladies. I’m just saying.(By the way, how sweet was it for Michael to say that?) I will be getting Big Daddy twice a day for three weeks leading up to the transfer, during the two weeks that I am waiting to confirm pregnancy (also known as the two week wait) and then throughout the first trimester of pregnancy. You see, normally the ovaries take care of all of this but my ovaries are not doing their job properly, so we’re going to help them out.
There was once a time when I thought syringes were fun. That time was when I was in high school and my mom brought me home one of these really cool pens. They must have come from a doctor with whom she worked or a pharmaceutical rep. She actually gave me two of them. One for me and one for a friend of mine who was thinking about becoming a doctor.
Mine was yellow and when I whipped it out in class and clicked the point down to take notes, people noticed, and they all wanted one. In fact, I am pretty sure that everyone who is reading this wants one of them right now. So, in the spirit of keeping a good sense of humor about all of this, I am going to host a syringe pen giveaway. It’s not even a contest, I’m just going to give you one for being supportive of me throughout this process. Just comment on this post and I’ll try my best to get one to you before I start my injections. This way, you can say a little prayer for me every time you click it, that my hiney isn’t hurting too bad and that I am one step closer to having my baby (babies) in my arms. You could also spread the word about embryo adoption every time someone asks you where you got the cool pen. That would be just dandy of you.
Again, to receive your syringe pen as my way of thanking you for supporting me, just comment on this post. If I don’t already have your address, comment on this post first and then e-mail your address to me at email@example.com.
*UPDATE: This is an actual excerpt from Michael’s comment on this post. “I should mention that Lacie’s depiction of the syringe doesn’t accurately portray the actual size of the medieval lance. I should mention that I am an Army trained Combat Medic and my first reaction to the needle that the nurse pulled out of her instructional kit was “Oh my God I’m going to kill her” this was in my head of course.”