So my most dreaded part of the whole IVF treatment finally happened today. Today I have started injecting myself!
Actually, I will be a bit more accurate with that description… I didn’t quite inject myself. I didn’t find the guts to do it! Jon had to step up eventually and do it for me.
I must admit that it didn’t hurt at all, but I suppose the problem is that I find it a bit unnatural sticking a needle in your own belly. As Jon said, thank god I am not a diabetic and I don’t have to do this several times a day!
So, we came down to the kitchen, got the pen from the fridge, put the needle in, twisted the knob to reach 300 units, and then…. pause. Big pause. I must have been trying to inject it for a good 10 minutes without success. The moment the needle got anywhere near my skin I would freak out. In the end Jon had to do it for me, and it wasn’t as traumatic as I got myself into believing.
The only “problem” was that we didn’t get the full 300 units in me on the first go, there were 25 units left, so we had to get the needle back in for those remaining dregs.. So I now have two little needle marks on my belly… But, it is a good lesson to have learnt in the first attempt: Always make sure that I hear a little click before stopping, because that is the sign that the whole 3oo units have gone in.
Now that this dreaded part has started, I must say that it’s not as bad as one may think it is. Having the scans is way more uncomfortable for me, so there you go! I was psyching myself for nothing!
A little photo of my two marks below. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take a photo of the gonal-f pen!