So, I’m a really big pansy when it comes to needles at this point. I was never a huge fan to begin with, but ever since I started this infertility treatment journey it has gotten progressively worse. It’s so bad at this point, thanks to the ectopic fiasco, that when I am having more than 1 vial of blood drawn, I have to lie down because I have a psychosomatic response that makes me pass out if I’m sitting up.
So, needless to say, I was not excited about the idea of having to give myself an injection. Especially one that I know will cause cramping, nausea, bloating, etc within a few hours. Because, you know, forced ovulation is fun!
Anyway. I got the go ahead this week after being benched each month since August for my first IUI. This means I had to use this scary $125 needle that’s been sitting in my fridge since October:
When this is truly how that needle feels to me staring at it:
So there I am, getting nauseous, staring at myself in the mirror when I finally manned up and did it. I was somewhat let down by the fact that not only did I not really feel it, it hurt less than my stupid allergy/sinus shot I get once a year.
How anti-climactic can you get.
So, while I obviously hope I become one of those 10% of women that IUI works for, at least I know these things for IVF going forward:
- I can give myself an injection
- It doesn’t hurt as much as I think it will
- Even if it does, I can do it without passing out or wimping out