R and I went to our group calendar review last night, where we practiced mixing and drawing up medications and giving injections to flesh-like pads. The whole evening made me sick - needles are not my friends and the thought of giving myself a shot is enough to make me want to pass out. Of course, R's 'excited' about it....he knows how to give shots....no thanks. I haven't decided whether or not to let him help; it depends on if I can make myself give the injections.
I'm supposed to start 1 injection tomorrow morning - Lupron. However, I have yet to hear from the pharmacy and don't have ANY of the meds I need. I have no idea how they're going to get everything here by tomorrow morning before I go to work.
My calendar states that the egg retrieval will likely be on Friday (1.29) or Saturday (1.30). And the embryo transfer is tentatively scheduled for Monday (2.1), Tuesday (2.2), or Wednesday (2.3).
I wonder if a person can ever be fully ready (emotionally and physically) for this type of thing. I'm beginning to think it's a leap one has to take - not blindy, but with lots of faith.
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