We had to take these adorable little chicks everywhere. Some people had control chicks with no injections, some people had to inject their chicks with saline, and others had to inject with steroids. Then you'd see which ones grew the most after two weeks. Every week day, they would have to get injected.
Everyone took a card that said who had to do what to the chicks. The teacher also said that even if you got a control, you had to inject another chick at least once. I drew a saline card and promptly switched with a girl who got a control card and wanted to do the injections. So me and Baby (the chicks name, which was super creative) never had to give or take shots. I never did inject any other chick either. While I wasn't afraid of needles, I sure wasn't a big fan of them.
So I find it extremely ironic that here I am 14 years later injecting myself multiple times every day. Gone are the days of switching to get the control, but boy do I wish that were an option!
I had a bad day yesterday. While I had a good doctor's office visit (my lining is gorgeous, and we're right on track!), I was over it. Still kind of am to be honest. I am so sick of giving myself shots, taking pills, and putting patches on my belly. You should see my belly; it's ridiculous. I have big red spots from the patches, bumps, and bruises. I feel all alone in this treatment journey. Don't get me wrong...I have lots of support. I have a lot of people checking in on me to see how I'm doing, and I truly appreciate it. Please keep it up; I need it. However, when it comes to figuring out what to take and when as well as actually administering it, it's all me.
I was crying about it yesterday evening (because I'm also a hormonal disaster) to Shamus, and he said well honey it's almost over. That really made me cry harder because it's not. It really just began today. I have been doing belly shots, patches and pills, but the shots in the butt started this morning. Then I have to start taking more pills this week. It's gearing up now and will continue until 10-11 weeks gestation when my body finally figures out to do it naturally.
Before you think I'm a big whiner, obviously this will be worth it. I know that and I understand that, but it can be hard to see as I'm sticking a 2-inch needle into my ass. I can do this and I will do it, but it's not a cake walk. And I should know because I know a lot about cake, which I haven't had in over 2 weeks. :)