One down, one more to go

I survived giving myself the first needle of progesterone.

It took three tries, almost hyperventilating and an ice pack, but it's done. For some reason I imagined the needle going in without any force so when I had to press the needle point into my skin I had to reset myself a couple of times.

I'm so glad that Shinejl suggested that I numb the spot with some ice. Instead of focusing on the pain of the needle entry I had the reminder of the cold of the ice on my skin.

I have to give myself the second needle on Monday night and I'll be on my own since Mr. JB will be in New York to see his beloved Yankees (he had to make the trip before the team moves to the new stadium). I think I'm going to need a lot more infertile lovin' then.

Now that the drama is over I'm going to have a drink.