I feel like I should have something to say, but I'm not sure what.
I'm tired again. I woke up this morning ready for a nap. I wanted a nap all day long but didn't get one. I'm still thinking about it. Is this a progesterone thing? Because I'm already blaming stuff on it. I don't know if I'm hungry or if I just want to be eating, but you don't want to be a grilled cheese sandwich in my house. Also, I know where they say the progesterone goes, (boobs) but the oil part has made its way to my face. I've got wintery dry legs and an oil slick on my face and I'm feeling puffy again. And I had a bloody nose last night. And heartburn. This could be the most attractive I've ever felt.
Speaking of PIO, I meant to comment on that before. I was not feeling very brave about the PIO. Or giving up my control over the injections and allowing P to administer the PIO. His practice run with a grapefruit did not make me feel any better. He jabbed at it in a swift, super-scary, dart-like motion. (Just as instructed.) I was glad that big fucking needle was going somewhere that I wouldn't be able to watch.
Then came the first day. I gathered up the required supplies without actually looking at the drawing-up needle. I warmed the oil and passed it along to P. I had him show me his target spot and I iced that area. (Some people say not to ice, but I did because it made me feel better. Plus, I only do it for as long as it takes P to draw up the oil so it really just does the surface.) I hid my face on a pillow and remembered to make sure the muscle was relaxed and I kept my breathing normal. It hurt, but I did not yell. I did not cry. I did whine a little and command him to rub it when he was through, but that was really (mostly) for show.
It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. It's been eightish days and I think he's gotten better each day. It doesn't feel good, but it's not exactly torture either (not that I'm telling him that.) The first two days the soreness really lasted all day long. Now I have sore spots on each cheek, but I'm thinkin' there's no way around that.
Is it bedtime yet? Almost? Because I'm daydreaming about my pillow and blanket and a kitty or two. And my embryos.