Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! <– sung like the Lil' Wayne/LMAFO collaboration.
If you Google Image “shots” you received 19 pictures of the alcoholic kind before you see a picture for a medicinal shot….something to ponder.
There are so many shots for this IVF process. I remember seeing the shots that Charlotte (from Sex and the City) received when she was trying but she got hers in the bum. I later learned from my doctor that is the way they used to give progesterone shots but they stopped because they were so painful that he saw patients that could not sit down! Whew, glad they stopped using that medicine.
Anyways, with that shot the official IVF process has commenced. We haven’t told anyone. Except all of you of course…which is one person really, who should feel very special :o) I’ve sort of cycled through my level of openness regarding this whole fertility process. In the first year when it didn’t happened I was almost
ashamed embarrassed. Like, I wasn’t living up to every one’s expectations. More like my own expectations but either way, I didn’t want to talk about it. When people asked if/when we’d have kids I would reply with something whitty like, “we’re practicing” wink wink 🙂 Then after year two I wanted to talk about it a little more because it had become obvious. I mean, at my wedding day we were telling people we were ready to make lil Allens.
Year three I think we “gave up”. Everyone says, stop trying so hard and it’ll just happen. LIARS.
Year four through five, I’ve spoken with friends and family regarding what’s been going on and just sharing as I’m asked about it. Now though, now I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to jinx it and I don’t want to have to “announce” to everyone if it doesn’t work. I mean, it’ll be hard enough emotionally to deal with and having to talk to others about it will be unberable.
As usual, prayers needed, fingers crossed, anything would help.