Gametes In Love

Our meds arrived today! At about 10:30am my doorbell rang and in came this box. I had to take a picture because it’s hard to appreciate just how many, many, many, many syringes I’m about to get intimate with.

Here you see said ginormous box. I had to put a water bottle by it for reference. Inside it were all the goodies you see in the following picture. All those little baggies? That’s needles and syringes baby! Are you jealous yet? Taking inventory was an experience to be sure.

So my first shot is tonight. We get to practice what we learned in class today.

The class was interesting. There were about 8 hopeful women attending. It’s strange to attend a class that reveals something so personal with others you’ve never met before. I say this as I’m writing a blog, so I get the hypocrisy, but at least this is somewhat faceless, and I don’t have to see recollection of personal pain in your eyes.

I was honestly surprised that there were only 3 guys there. For us, knowing what a baby I am when it comes to needles, HIM not coming was NOT an option. He is the one who will give me the shots every day — so you bet he’ll be piercing that orange (it’s what we had to practice on first) over and over!

The first hour was spent going over the process, what the medications were and why they were used, all the good stuff. Then came the part with the needles. Apparently I didn’t have to say anything out loud about not liking those things. The guy who sat across the table from me just saw me cringe each time the nurse poked at her orange. Then he made fun of me. Jokes on him though: his wife’s reaction truly wasn’t much better!

The needles actually aren’t too scary looking. They’re only about half an inch long. The scariest needle, which is an inch and a half is a mixing needle. So for now, I’m feeling brave…. for now. Ask me later when I’m licking my wound.