First of all, the needle is pretty frickin' huge. I think it's about three inches long. This would have seemed impossible had I not gotten so much practice with the smaller FSH needles. I miss those little guys!
This is an intramuscular injection, so it goes in the upper hip area. My poor husband gets so nervous before he does it, which is actually kind of cute. While he's warming up the bottle of PIO (prog. in oil) under his arm (seriously!) I am "icing up" with a bag of Safeway frozen peas on the injection site for a little less than a minute. This injection takes a bit longer because the progesterone is mixed with vegetable oil and it is slower coming out.
Once again, we have established a routine. After the injection, he dashes to the bathroom to run a washcloth under hot water so I can rub it on the area. You need to rub it to avoid getting knots. I have to switch sides every night because apparently you tend to get sore after a while. Holy crap! Something else to look forward to!
No word on the status of my embies today. I am getting a call tomorrow morning to find out if I do the transfer tomorrow (3 days past retrieval) or wait for the blast. This is so nerve-wracking.
I am also dealing with weird mood swings, whereby one second I'm sticking my tongue down my husband's throat in Bed, Bath and Beyond during a sudden attack of randyness and the next I'm arguing with him about what toaster we need to get and why the one I want IS SO MUCH BETTER, DAMNIT!!!!!!
My hubby has taken to putting his arms up and running around like he's on a roller coaster at Knott's Crazy Farm. I have to admit, this makes me laugh...most of the time.
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