The One Where I Poke Myself With a Needle

*I'm going with the "Friends" style blog title again. Not sure how many of these I will do but hopefully I will stop before it becomes too annoying.

I am officially in my Mock Cycle!

*Insert cheers and applause here* 

As a confirmed needle-phobe (if that's even a word) I was not looking forward to this day. Well I was, but not about the needle part. As I may have mentioned before, the option of having my husband do the injections for me is a no go!

There are three reasons for this.

1. He has a crazy work travel schedule. He's often gone 2-3 days a week. In fact, a week where he's home all 7 days is a rarity. He doesn't always know ahead of time when he will have to travel so it's impossible to plan injections around his schedule. So I would have to do some of them myself anyway.
2. He is also a needle-phobe and a big scaredy cat! When the nurse brought in all the needles and stuff to demonstrate how to do the injections I thought he was going to pass out. The look on his face was one of horror and fear. There's no way I'm letting that guy anywhere near me with a syringe. So if I have to do some of them, I would rather just do all of them.
3. The needle for self injections is smaller. If the hubby does them they would be in my hip with a 1.5 inch needle. If I do them myself they go in my thigh with a 1 inch needle. I know it's only a half an inch, but shorter needles are always better I say.

So after a quick call to my nurse to make sure it was time to start I began the process of psyching myself up for the first injection.

Here is a photo of my prep kit. 

As you can see it contains all the essentials a girl would need before jabbing herself.

• Medication
• Syringe
• Needle
• Cotton Ball
• My son's candle- for moral support.
• Wine- do I really need to explain? Only a few sips allowed before and the rest after.
• My handbag, Michael Kors- not supposed to be in the shot but I was nervous and forgot to move it, but maybe it helped too?

Once I got all my kit assembled I was ready to go. The hubby wanted to know how he could help. I told him to stay out of the room and don't watch me. I know, I'm such a loving wife! : )

I carefully attached the needle used for drawing the meds into the syringe. Success! 

Then I switched to the injection needle (don't want a dull needle). Success! 

Then the hard part. 

Sip of wine for courage. 

Ready,,,,,, wait, stop. 

"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say. 

Sip of wine for courage. 

Ready,,,,,, wait, stop. 

"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say.  

Sip of wine for courage. 

Ready,,,,,, wait, stop. 

"Have you done it yet?" comes a voice from the other room. "No," I say.  

Sip of wine for courage.

This goes on for about 20 minutes until I finally yell at the hubby to shut up and stop asking me how I'm doing.

Getting my nerve, losing my nerve. 

Another sip of wine. 

A few deep breaths. 

Ready,,,,,, go! 

Success! 

It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. Meds injected. Bandaid (plaster for you Brits) on. Photos taken for my blog (which the hubby thinks is hilarious).

Here's the proof. 

*Please ignore my pastey white leg with all the freckles on it. It's a good thing I blog anonymously or I would never have the balls to post a photo of my marshmallow thigh on this site.

I did it!! I'm so proud of myself. I have to do it again in a few days but now that I know it doesn't hurt that bad it won't be nearly as scary. 

Just the first step of Mission, Take Home Baby!