Sorry I've been MIA for awhile, I got knocked down with a cold after a sleepless night on Friday due to the HG not getting home until 3am (as previously blogged about here). Grrr . . . and now wouldn't you know it - he's sick! Why do us woman never get the chance to be sick and pampered before our men get sick and suddenly we're the ones trying to work through it while they lounge on the couch feeling sorry for themselves? Happens to me EVERY TIME. I get sick and then he gets sicker. I took two days off work to rest and avoid getting any worse and went back today. Not feeling too bad now, hopefully the worst is behind me as I start my injections tomorrow! At last! I haven't really thought too much about it except to ask the HG if he remembers how to do it and to set my alarm as a reminder. We have always had a bit of a routine going on with the injections where he will prepare the needles for me and then I just have to pinch some skin and jab it in. It works for us because then he feels like he is playing an active part in it rather than it feeling like me doing IVF and him being a spectator. And it makes me feel like he's helping. I draw the line at him injecting me though, I'm far too much of a control freak for that!
I still can't believe how blase I have been about this cycle (except when the HG goes out and gets drunk!) At least it'll start to feel more real tomorrow. I always find the time goes quicker from here on in and I'll be gearing up for scans and egg collection in no time at all!