I went to the clinic on Tuesday to have another pelvic ultrasound and blood draw to screen for diseases. I also received all my medication and had a lesson on how to inject the medication and use the needles. I was sent home with a grocery bag full of medication, syringes and needles. (worth $3,000!) I was to begin my injections on Friday of the same week. I was highly anticipating this and thinking of how to put a needle in my skin. Thursday night I did not sleep well. I tossed and turned and kept waking up and dreaming of self injections. I had my alarm set early just in case it took me a long time to do this.
Finally, Friday monring arrived. I had already looked over everything the night before to prepare myself. I got the medication and needle ready. I have the choice of injecting on my thighs or my tummy, right where the little female fatty pouch is. I chose the outside of my thigh. I pinched the skin as instructed and held the needle an inch away.... I was ready at this point, I had been thinking about it for days and anticipating it hurting. With the needle right there I felt a rush through my body and I started sweating. Now I was psyching myself out and knew the longer I waited the harder it would be. So I plunged the needle in and to my surprise... I didn't feel a thing! I felt nothing. I'm looking at the needle in my skin, I push the plunger and inject the medicine, still no pain, I pull the needle out. That was so easy! I can do this. All the fear I had put in my head went out the door and I felt such relief.
So it's Saturday night now, I have given myself 4 injections. I have to give myself 2 per day 12 hours apart. So far I feel normal. No mood changes or body discomfort. I may experience period-like symptoms or a fullness in my belly. I go back to the clinic Monday morning to have my progress monitored. They need to make sure I'm on the proper medication dose and adjust it according to how my body is responding. I'm happy with how its going. I feel good.
At this point, it's not about me, it's about a woman (couple) who is counting on me to produce good eggs for them. They are counting on me and I'm not going to let them down.
