Today was my trial transfer and injection training. Wow, did it not feel real until this afternoon. The sonohystogram last week didn't make it feel real, even the trial transfer this morning didn't do it. It was having to stick myself with a needle today. I like to pride myself on being a very independent woman in terms of not needing help and being emotionally strong. Can I just tell you I cried like a baby today as I was holding the syringe in my hand. Every time I got ready to poke myself it would start again. The tears weren't a fear of the needle, but a release. A release of every emotion I have been feeling over the last 18 months of TTC. Who knew a tiny needle could provoke that response?
We are really doing this, WOW!