Not the Good ole Fashioned Way

Before I begin I wanted to give you a link in case you have no idea what IVF is. I have found that quite a few people have no clue what I'm talking about. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_vitro_fertilisation Today is the 9^th day of my Lupron shots. I did know if I wanted to start a blog before today. There are always the select few that say ignorant things, and when you put a blog out you’re open to those types of negativity. However, we have had so many people asking how I’m feeling emotionally, physically, spiritually, mentally ect...  I thought I had better please the masses. It’s a huge blessing to have this kind of problem, I feel so loved and supported. The support I will receive will definitely outweigh the negativity.

I was nervous to start the shots, so nervous that in the injection training I made TERRIBLE jokes. I’m pretty sure they were questioning if we should get to have kids. When we left the doctors office, it felt like we were all of a sudden honorary nurses. It’s overwhelming, and I have no idea who would trust me with needles.  Turns out I’m kind of a badass. We’ve got a routine down now. At 5:30pm everyday Dash brings me my pink Polka dot ice pack, I light a candle, turn on Pandora, and I administer my own shot.  I like to plan something for 6pm so that I can have something to look forward to right after. This routine seems to work. 

I felt pretty well the first few days, no headaches or soreness. Now I can feel everything starting to work. I’m definitely sore, some headaches, and I'm really tired. I fell asleep in a 7 o’clock movie the other night. I’m officially “that person.”  All in all, I’m grateful for feeling as well as I do, mostly because I know it wont be like this for long. The next round of medication, via injections, starts January 5^th  and I will be mixing them with my current meds. I've heard not good things about how that part makes you feel.  I’m trying to take it one day at a time, I’ve got a long month ahead of me and I'm trying to stay as positive as I can.

To everyone who has called, texted, brought sweet care package I am so thankful! You have no idea the warmth it brings to my heart!

I’ll leave you with my most recent hormone meltdown story. A couple night ago, Dash and I were trying to figure out what to have for dinner, which is a battlefield on a good day. We left the house not knowing where we were going…horrible choice. I wanted Julio G’s, and Dash did not. We drove around some more...Jersey Mikes? In and out? Wendys? NO I don’t want any of them. Dash drove back to Julio G’s where I proceed to tell him “ I’m not even hungry, I’m so done, you are so stupid, I’m over it.” Cue hysterical crying.  Like an amazing husband does, he went in got me my enchiladas and endured the rest of the ride home. Yes ladies and gentlemen that is what having no control over your emotions looks like! God help my husband.

“Do not pray for easy lives, pray to be stronger men”

-John F. Kennedy