No big deal

It's funny how I went through all this build up and hype when I was waiting to start injections, and the first few nights I felt like it was this HUGE production. I'd go into the bathroom a full 15 minutes before the time I was supposed to take the shot, compulsively scrub my hands with anti-bacterial soap, swab the entire surface of the vanity with copious amounts of rubbing alchohol, lay out the syringe, needle, Q*cap contraption, vials of meds, etc. in very orderly fashion, consult the printed instructions (with pictures!) 86 times before beginning the process, etc., etc. It all seemed so intimidating and laborious.

Fast forward one week....my DH and I go out to eat quite frequently (TOO frequently), and for the past two nights I've tossed my meds and needles in an insulated lunch bag, and shot-up in the ladies room of various restaurants! I decided that I couldn't be prisoner to the have-to-be-home-at-10pm-to-take-my-shot situation, and that the shots were just going to have to fit into our social calendar!

Now my little painless shot seems like such a non-event! Especially after talking to a fellow infertile friend at dinner last night, who described her last IVF protocol which had her taking shots at 5 different times during the day, including those painful intra-muscular ones. UGH! My measly little Bravelle shot pales in comparison to that.

Funny, how your perspective can change so quickly.

Cheers!

K