CD3: Overcoming the fear

Today I gave myself my first (self-administered) injection.  It wasn't fun, but I did it, and with no crying I might add.  I asked the amazing hubby to come upstairs and give me moral support and document the process.  He asked why I wanted pictures and I told him I don't ever want to forget what we are going through, especially one day if we do have a baby, and I'm a sleep deprived, stressed out, hormonal, giant B - I want to be able to remember how much shit I had to go through to get to that craziness. 

I had to rack my brain to remember how to do it, as my teaching class was over 2 weeks ago.  Basically, it goes like this:
- Take pen apart and insert super expensive tiny tube of medicine.
- Screw on needle and uncap
- Dial in 150units of medicine
- Alcohol swab the injection site (2 inches out and down from the belly button)
- Let skin dry so it doesn't burn like a mother f-er
- Deep Breath
- Poke straight in like throwing a dart
- Push syringe button to inject medicine, then count to 5
- Remove needle and hope it doesn't bleed

In all honesty, I think I took more than one deep breath.  I have always hated needles, they make me sick and I usually get tears in my eyes.  This whole infertility debacle has helped with that with all the blood work, ovulation trigger shots (administered by nurse), and other poking and prodding along the way.  But never in my life did I think I would have to stick myself.  The thought of it makes me wanna vomit, but it really didn't hurt.  The medicine burns a little, and now as I'm writing this 20 minutes later, I already feel a little bloated.  But it's not as terrible as I thought it would be. 

Here are some action shots for you:

      Ryan got a little lightheaded and I peaked my head out of the bathroom to find him like this

                               Here's the spot.  Not terrible, though they say it will bruise tomorrow

                                  This is my 'sharps container'.  Had to keep it classy somehow.