On the topic of now being seasoned veterans, there was a time when we were naive and terrified. Going through the footage from our documentary, I came across this clip of our first injection lesson:
No more sweaty armpits for me! Now, (and I say now because we are right back in round 2 of IUI) Noah wakes me up by rubbing a cold alcohol swab across my belly at 7:30am, and then he jabs me. It’s very romantic. Actually, there is something really sweet about how he wakes up early to prepare the shot in the dark so he doesn’t disturb me. He tip-toes up the steps and gently sits down and whispers, “Shot time.” While I have absolutely no gratitude for this process that I’m in, I do appreciate my husband more and more every day. And I tell him that, occasionally, between my hormonal rages and my obsessive worrying about what may happen next.
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