Whoa, mama! No joke: these things cut deep and the burn lingers for hours. Doing the injection at 9 pm was a good call as I can roll around the bed with a hot washcloth pressed to my backside until I fall asleep. I am so grateful these are not given in the morning because I can't foresee getting out the door in a timely manner. It's a multi-step process, switching needles to draw the PIO, heating it in a mug for ten minutes, then switching needles again to inject. Glad we met with Anne so she could give us some helpful hints to make it a little less traumatic like massaging the area and spreading the cheeks taut. ha!
We actually have to re-record the inaugural shot-giving because I was swearing like a longshoreman in the midst of a squall last night. Someone tried to go nice and easy with the initial plunge instead of treating my Sharpie targets like a dart board. Bad move, bro. Tonight he will be jamming it in there like a shiv in prison because that's the only way it doesn't feel like you've been struck by Zeus's lightening bold.
Dear future children: this will continue for 10 more weeks if we get our BFP. You're welcome. Love, Mum and Dad.
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