Hey all! Today my little pumpkin pie, Michelle, puked the entire time it took to drive the big girls to school and get back home. It has been a day full of puke laundry, baths, continuous rocking in the rocking chair and liberal bleach cleaning. During the times the poor girl finally would quit heaving and fall asleep in my arms, I was able to use my free hand to jump links all over the internet catching up on blogs and exploring new ones.
One blog that caught my attention today was Surrogate Mother – Growing a Family. Two of the surrogate’s posts talked about how hard it gets over time to give yourself an injection. She is not kidding the psychology of it all is crazy. I went into giving myself the injections as a fearless warrior and now I don’t want anything to do with being the needle jabber. I’d be sitting on the edge of my toilet counting to three, then ten, then backward from twenty before bringing myself to push the needle in. Many times, like the other blogger, the needle would go in by accident when I got too close to the thigh in my rhythmic counting. I started bruising or itching after every injection and decided it was time to pass the torch.
Daily Introspection: needle jabbing is not an area where I feel the need to exercise my inner control freak.
The night after I decided I would no longer give myself the injections I found myself at my friend’s birthday party at the martini bar. My friend AK willingly bore witness to the dimpled cottage cheese factory that resides on the side of my thigh and gave me my injection. The same scenario repeated itself with a different friend at Applebee’s this past weekend. I’m not sure if anyone came into either restroom while we took hostage the handicap stall but can you imagine what you might think was going on if you went into a restroom at a bar and through the crack of the door you saw one person with their pants down and the other one jabbing a needle in their thigh? I can tell you the last thing I’d think was, “Oh, just some fertility drugs.” I’d beeline it for my girlfriends like I was running for Olympic gold just so I could point out to them the lady who’d been in the bathroom and declare that I saw her and her friend in there shooting up smack.
No, I really wouldn’t say that but I might think it.
The Husband has gotten good at the Lupron injections and sometimes he goes so fast they are done before I even know it. It has been good for him to get in some practice as the PIO injections will be coming around the 22nd.
Only eight more days until the transfer! It has come so fast now, I can’t believe it!
Good Surrogate Blogs:
Surrogate Mother – Growing a Family ***Transfer on Jan. 27
Not Mine, This Time! ***Transfer on Jan. 26 or 27
Bump Fairy ***Transfer on Jan.28
Blog recommendation from Lucy:
MrsKnight said,
January 20, 2010 at 11:18 AM
Hey, thanks for the plug! Sorry about the puking.