Today the Hubby and I attended an Injection Workshop to prepare us for our first IUI/Medicated Cycle...starting in just about a week!
I originally assumed that I would give myself injections, and as a Nurse, that really didn't scare me much. I have never been particularly afraid of needles so I didn't think much about that part of IUI at first.
But then I remembered the time I tried to give myself a Brazillian bikini wax. (I know! Not my smartest moment!)
"I never have a problem in the salon, so it should be fine, right?"
Wrong.
I got one strip in, and I could no longer force myself to pull off the wax. Like, I couldn't physically do it. My hands would start and immediately fall lifeless. Despite my tolerance to having it done by someone else and my relatively high tolerance to pain, doing it to myself was a no go.
I had the same vision of me attempting to poke a needle into myself...I don't know if it would go well!
In comes my wonderful and eager Husband.
I say eager because he is a little too eager to give me these injections.
I feel a little guilty about it considering that he endured many practice IV starts and blood draws when I was in nursing school, but...I'm scared!
I trust him...but I'm still scared.
Watching his big hands jab the needle into the dummy with such conviction...yikes.
I have a vision of him coming at me with that loaded syringe, jabbing it in like a dart. Ay, ay, ay.
Despite my reservations about my injection "Nurse", I am so excited to get this cycle started and I know he is going to do a great job. I also like the idea of him having an active part in the process.
I finally feel like we are making progress towards the end goal.
Shoot me up. And hopefully BABY!
I originally assumed that I would give myself injections, and as a Nurse, that really didn't scare me much. I have never been particularly afraid of needles so I didn't think much about that part of IUI at first.
But then I remembered the time I tried to give myself a Brazillian bikini wax. (I know! Not my smartest moment!)
"I never have a problem in the salon, so it should be fine, right?"
Wrong.
I got one strip in, and I could no longer force myself to pull off the wax. Like, I couldn't physically do it. My hands would start and immediately fall lifeless. Despite my tolerance to having it done by someone else and my relatively high tolerance to pain, doing it to myself was a no go.
I had the same vision of me attempting to poke a needle into myself...I don't know if it would go well!
In comes my wonderful and eager Husband.
I say eager because he is a little too eager to give me these injections.
I feel a little guilty about it considering that he endured many practice IV starts and blood draws when I was in nursing school, but...I'm scared!
I trust him...but I'm still scared.
Watching his big hands jab the needle into the dummy with such conviction...yikes.
I have a vision of him coming at me with that loaded syringe, jabbing it in like a dart. Ay, ay, ay.
Despite my reservations about my injection "Nurse", I am so excited to get this cycle started and I know he is going to do a great job. I also like the idea of him having an active part in the process.
I finally feel like we are making progress towards the end goal.
Shoot me up. And hopefully BABY!
