A fellow blogger kindly nominated me for a Sisterhood Award. I am working to put together my list (I am not very technically savvy, so it may take a few tries).
In the mean time, I wanted to tell you that the Delestrogen IM shot last night went great! I found an online video of a nursing student giving an IM shot. We watched it. We practiced. Then it was time. Poor hubby. He really did not want to do this. But he was going to be brave....even if it killed me!
I laid on my side on our bed (it's high, so it was a good height). I drew an ink circle on my hip for him as a guide. I could see him as I looked over my shoulder. I asked him to count to 3 for me. He stood there, poised with the needle in one hand, the other hand steady on my hip. "One...two...three!" and his quite shaky hand came down and did the deed. Once it was in, I said, "Hey! That didn't hurt at all!" And he said, "Really?" I assured him it really didn't hurt. He aspirated, then injected, and it was all over.
Afterward he walked proudly around the house saying, "I gave a shot today!" It was very cute. He was very relieved.
I also wanted to share with you a really touching experience I had this morning.
A while back, probably 2 months ago or so, I bought one of those rotisserie chickens for dinner. I pulled out and saved the wish bone. Well, it sat on the kitchen sill to dry....and....well....it's been there ever since. We just never got around to it. This morning, my husband suddenly appeared in front of me, holding the wish bone. "Here, let's do this," he said, "it's been sitting there for months." I agreed.
I took hold of one end while he held the other. He was watching the bone and I said, "No....look at me!" So he looked up into my eyes. As we paused to make our respective wishes, looking at each other, I thought and focused. Silently, the words inside my head came quickly. "Twins. Two healthy, perfect babies."
We pulled. He won.
Without missing a beat he said, "I wished for the same thing you did. That way it is sure to come true. I really want this to happen."
Tears sprang to my eyes. Then I felt the rush, and I stood there crying. I said, "That's the sweetest thing you've said to me." And he held me while I cried.
You know, my husband is good and sweet and would do anything for me. That said, however, so often I have felt like this has been my journey. My exams, my blood draws, my ultrasounds. I make the telephone calls and travel arrangements. I have done the research and I found the Clinic. I know he's behind me, but he rarely expresses his feelings about it all. Sometimes I have had the feeling that he was sort of just going along with my wishes. Did he really want this? Is he invested in this? Is he excited at the prospect of being pregnant and being parents? I thought that he just didn't dwell or think about these things much....whereas I can't stop thinking about them.
So today's comment answered all my wonderings and misgivings. He told me exactly what I had hoped for. And it moved me to joyful tears.
2 months ago