I stood there, tears streaming down my face, vial of HCG in one hand and my phone in the other.
I was supposed to trigger at 6:30 p.m. and it was 6:34 and I was freaking out. Mr. Jem had been late picking me up at the train station - I stood there seething the whole time I waited, "He doesn't care about having a baby." (wrong - there was traffic). Now we were home and I was in a complete panic and having a melt-down.
"Sorry to call you after hours, Dr. On-Call." I sobbed into the phone, "This shot is different from last time. With Ovi.dril I knew what to do. This is pure HCG and the package says, "intermuscular only" and I don't know what to do". She calmly said, "Don't worry. You can shoot it into your tummy, no problem." Whew!
By 6:36 we had done the injection. No time to ice. But that's okay. It's not Meno.pur (evil) and doesn't sting.
I'm still a bit stressed, hate being all blamey with Mr. Jem. Isn't making a baby fun? (sarcasm)
So, we triggered. It's done. ER will be at 6:30 a.m. on Thursday. No shots tomorrow (yippee!)
I don't have any more energy to type... going to crawl into a little ball and I don't know what. Or maybe I'll read other blogs to distract me...