Well here I am. 10 days after transfer. That went by fast. I ate my pineapple core. I drank only a little coffee. Tried not to over-analyze anything. The only real symptom I think I had was some weird twingy-pulling really low on my pubic bone. Whatever that may mean.
The truth is, when I really stop to think about what this last IVF means, what it truly means, it makes me panic. I feel my lungs constrict and my mind starts racing. Because if it doesn’t work…
But I don’t think about it. I can’t.
However, I do have two PIO injection stories for you.
The first starts with some blood
The first story happened a few days ago. We do these injections in our bathroom, me bent over the sink, my eyes shut in case I catch a glimpse of that holy-inch-and-a-half-needle in the mirror. Chris is on his knees with a nice view of my butt. My pants are pulled down, eh, sort of. So get this. He finishes injecting, waits for a second, and then pulls it out. Most of the time, there is nothing. A few times, a drop of blood has beaded up. This time, he draws the needle out and blood comes SPURTING out. No kidding. Like a slasher horror movie. Blood comes shooting out and keeps PUMPING, gushing down my skin, soaking my work pants, and puddling on the floor.
“Shit! What the hell!!” my so-not-ready-for-gushing-blood-god-bless-him husband shrieks, and leaps backward, before remembering himself and grabs the tiny 2×2 gauze pad to slap on my butt. Obviously that didn’t stop anything.
“Grab a Kleenex!” I holler at him and he’s frantically swiping tissues from the sink. We get the bleeding to stop finally. Of course, I probably lost all that night’s worth of progesterone.
That time I shot up in an optical department
The second one was just Friday night. We were on the road, driving out of state to go pick up our plants for the garden from my in-laws. We had planned for him to pick me up at 4:30 pm from my work, but my supervisor wouldn’t let me leave until 5.
So we got a late start, and even though I had already called the clinic and they ok’d for my shot to be given later in the night when we arrived. With traffic and getting a later start, I was worried about getting that shot in. So we decided to stop at the next big city and look for a Target because they sometimes have family bathrooms.
Well, we get there, and there is no family bathroom. Chris suggests a Minute Clinic, asking if we could use a room. There is no Minute Clinic.
But there is the optical store…
So we hung out by the entrance for five minutes pondering life and how the hell we were supposed to do this, until I finally resigned with a, “Screw it.”
I marched in there up to the counter where the sales lady was standing.
She greets us.
“So, I think I have the weirdest question you have ever been asked,” I announce.
She smiles. “Oh, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I lean in to her. “So I have to do an injection, here,” I explain, pointing behind me to my butt to make it clear. “We’re from out of town, and my husband has to give it to me, and I can’t go into the women’s bathroom with him so I’m wondering if there’s somewhere here we could…” I sort of awkwardly trail off.
She, luckily, laughs, “Yes, that is definitely the strangest question I have ever been asked. But yes, you can use the optical room over here,” and bless her heart, leads us to the room. So I walk in feeling like an asshole, and he shuts the door and I quickly prep up everything. There isn’t a lot of room and there seemed to be a lot of expensive equipment in there, so I kind of just learn over the tiny sink, praying no one comes in with my pants pulled down, Chris behind me and a bunch of drug paraphernalia laying around. They might have gotten the wrong impression.
Anyway, you know, no big deal and all.
haha I loved reading your shot stories! The blood squirting happened to us too! He pulled the needle out and it bled like a stuffed pig! Or the time he stuck me, pulled the syringe back, and drew blood, so he needed to stick me again, but he didn't tell me that! So I was expecting the 1st stick, but the second one through me for a loop! Was NOT expecting it! 🙂 Praying for good results!
That is awesome!!
The twinges are a good sign. When is your beta Risa? It should be soon!
Well, you guys officially have your "that time involving blood" couples story. And a good one too (slicing one'a hand open on a can isn't as good). Keeping fingers, toes an internal organs crossed for you guys.
hahahah I had a bleeder once too!! FX!!
Ha ha! PIO stories can be funny, to say the least!! Praying for a positive beta!! XO
Oh Lord! I have the good ole fountain o' blood before too! Mine happened in a ladies room in one of those jumpy castles places filled with kids and families. My dear SIL was the stabber and I the bleeding stabee. She must have hit my rear in just the wrong spot because holy hell! I was wearing white shorts and all we had other than a strangers 4 year old next to us, was one tiny band aid It was super traumatic at the time but we sure do laugh now! :).
Ha ha! I think my husband was slightly disappointed we never made it to him having to stab me in the ass with a giant needle. I know he was looking forward to it! Some of my very earliest signs (and there really weren't that many) were twingey feelings in the uterus area. I remember teaching a class one morning and reaching my arms over my head to stretch and couldn't believe how tight and sore my lower abdomen was! It felt distinctly different then it had ever felt before. I remember thinking the whole rest of the class that maybe this really was it this time…
I am waiting on pins and needles for your beta, although I know the beta wont give you cause for immediate celebration but at least it will be one giant hurdle out of the way!
Sending you all my sticky baby love your way!!!
Stumbled on your blog. Best of luck to you girl. I'm 3dp3dt!! Stick vibes all around!!!!!!!
These are too funny! The things we do to get our shots in on time! Looking forward to hearing good news from you soon!!!
Hoping you get a good number today.
one time i had to do shots in the bathroom of Jets (metlife) stadium… then there was the time in a restaurant, a church bathroom, the parking lot of somewhere… good for you being a good sport about it! hopefully it all pays off!
OMG how traumatizing! Glad you both survived! Continued prayers!
Praying for you and Chris. God bless!
How funny!! This is my first injectable cycle so i get the urgency! So stressful!