For the last two weeks, I have been injecting myself with hormones every morning and night in an effort to harvest and freeze my eggs. It’s taken a long time, longer than expected for the eggs to mature but they are finally ready.
Yesterday I gave myself the trigger shot (I guess that triggers the eggs to do their thing). It was the freakiest thing I have ever done. If you know me, you know that I am terrified of needles so giving myself these shots has been very hard for me but I’ve overcome a fear (mostly). I have been giving myself the injections in my belly with a half inch needle and it hasn’t been bad.
But this last shot, the last one, just as I was getting good at doing these was an injection in my arm with a one inch needle. Now, if you look at a ruler, and inch doesn’t look so big. But if you look at it in needle form and know that you must push it into the muscles in your arm, it looks as if it might as well be a full foot long.
I was sweating. A lot. I gave myself several speeches. “I am a WOMAN! I am FIERCE! This will only be a blip in time. This is nothing. I am strong. I am stronger that this needle!” And so on. For about 10 minutes as Ken stood there pinching the flesh of my arm and re-wiping my arm with alcohol about 5 times. I had many false starts.
But finally, finally I did it. I’ll say it again. I DID IT!!!!!!!! And you know what? It didn’t hurt at all. Classic.
So, tomorrow morning I’m getting up, going to the fertility clinic and harvesting my eggs, just in time for the fall harvest. I’m sad to say that this seasons harvest is not bountiful. They only expect to get 4-6 eggs (10 would be nice). But what I can tell you for sure, what I lack in quantity, I make up for in quality. Just look at what I did with the last egg I used!