Valentine’s Day

Once upon a time…..we waited 3 hours to just be seated at Red Lobster and decided we will no longer torture ourselves and peaced out of Valentine’s Day. So no, this won’t be a post about my super romantic Wednesday. And besides, J² doesn’t do romance. He will remodel the entire house(kitchen in progress), take care of my car, and accept any and all hormonal craziness and infertility(and now pregnancy) requirements and restrictions. But buy flowers…...hahahahaha! And that’s okay. I’ve never once believed the true love comes from cards or candy. It’s all about being there. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Trust and compatibility play a big role, also.

The Hallmark of a great relationship.

Nope, this is a nice little post about getting a romantic shot in the ass. I mean that literally. And yes, I am using literally correctly. J² and I went to the OB office so a nurse could train us on the proper technique to do my progesterone shots. This is an intramuscular injection.

Brown baggies, not just or liquor anymore.

Yes, as long as my finger!

The brown baggie is to protect the mixture from light.

The nurse taught J² how to find the right location, insert the needle, check for blood, and inject the fluid. After she walk us through the steps, she actually had J² perform the injection. Guess what????? It didn’t hurt at all. I didn’t even realize he had the needle in until I heard him asking how to check for blood.

I hope it goes this smooth every time. As I’ve mentioned before, this once weekly injection should help discourage preterm labor. 16 weeks and counting.

I forgot to mention in my previous post that I found I have an anterior placenta. Which means the placenta is forward facing (between my stomach and baby). The downside to this is that I won;t be able to fell her move until a little later. Knowing this, I won’t be getting a Doppler (a little portable device that can pick up a baby’s heartbeat in utero. With the anterior placenta it is difficult to find the heartbeat. I don’t need that stress. So I’ll just impatiently wait for my appointments. These are pretty normal feelings for those of us who have suffered through infertility and loss. If we don’t seem neurotic, it’s because we’re hiding it.

Happy Wednesday to all you single and married and other people!