Done poking me yet? Guess not!

So, it is cycle day 9 and I went in for an ultrasound, checking up on progress of my follicles. And of cause since I'm doing Menopur my RE wants to monitor my blood work as well. I'm telling you, I'd rather have two ultrasounds and skip the blood draw (if that was possible), because I bruise so easily and have shy veins. So the result is hematomas on both arms (one is from Monday's blood draw), which draws quite the looks and attention of my fellow yoga peeps at the gym.

But anyway, I've got 4 leading follicles, all around 14mm and a few other in support and hopefully cheering on, what will soon be my future baby. A girl has got to hope.... Going back in on Friday and perhaps doing IUI #4 over the weekend or early next week.

Is this where babies come from???

Friday was a strange day for me. Positive and negative all wrapped into one weird day. I was happy that I after two days of harassing pharmacy and insurance office, finally secured myself the first vials of my Menopur.... My new hope in achieving a long sought after pregnancy. But with it came the very strange act of having to stab myself with a needle. Something I just have a hard time wrapping my brain around. I am no newbie around needles and drugs, having worked in the veterinary field for a while, but I have a whole new appreciation of the terror that the birds may have felt upon seeing me and my needle. Of cause I am anthropomorphizing and at no point in time did I asked them to inject themselves... Anyway, made it through and I guess it is not as bad as I have a tendency to make it in my head. My dear husband looked at my hesitation and asked me if I wanted him to do it - and all I can think is "what? You WANT to stab me???" Immediately followed by the horror of an image of me having to give him an injection - "Nope, I got it (very brave smile and stab)"

And I just had that once a day injection. I know that there are plenty people out there with many more injections than me. But do you remember your first???