I did my first shot today. I woke up full of anxiety. I do not love shots. I assumed it was going to be the worst shot ever created.
I’m so dramatic.
At approximately 830 I had my first shot. It was tiny. And I survived.
I look back and laugh at how inappropriate I acted.
Isn’t that funny. I wore myself out for nothing.
I paced and pleaded to do anything but this shot.
Now for the next few weeks this is my new norm.
Baby, here we come.
The medication has been ordered. It will be shipped to my door.
Wow. Talk about service.
This just got real folks.
I think I’ve said that for every step of this process.
I can’t stand needles. I have never been able to manage it. From the time I was a little girl to the time last week my blood was drawn. But that is why I’m that much more excited to do this for this couple. Every needle that gets jabbed into my fatty muscle means one step closer for my couple to have their dream.
I accidentally Internet searched IVF because I had a question about night time shots.
BAD IDEA FOLKS!!
It overwhelmed me slightly. But at the end of the day God’s got me through this. I don’t need a man for support. I don’t need a huge support of friends. I have a family. I have my “baby mama”. I have the “knowing” this gift is about to be a reality.
I am so ready for this. The shots are only a small part of it. I will make it through the shots and I will be implanted. I will pray all day every day for the baby to grow in my womb.
God knows us even before the womb. So God already knows these babies.
How beautiful is that?
Tata for now! 💜