Bruises for Life

OK, well maybe I won't have bruises for life, but it feels like that sometimes.

These shots hurt. And I know that. It's the same Lovenox shot each night, but yet some hurt a little bit, and some hurt a lot.  (You think it would be the same each night, but it's kind of like playing Russian Roulette on how much they hurt.)  I just try to deal with it day by day, and not think about how long I have to keep getting these.  (Otherwise, I get overwhelmed and freak out.)

  I try to just take it one day at a time. We like to joke about what shapes my bruises are going to be this round. Hubby decided it looked like a Pokemon ball. So, considering how popular Pokemon Go is right now... that's what we're shooting for. (Besides, I am trying to "catch" a little creature in my tummy, aren't I?)

Note to self: NEVER do the Lovenox shot at the midline!! I suggested we do the shot directly below the belly button, because that was one of the few areas that wasn't bruised. (yet!) BIG Mistake. That one hurt more than any other Lovenox did! AND- I sprouted a leak! I would NOT stop bleeding! I had a minion band-aid on it... and the next day at work, my co-worker pointed out that I had blood on my shirt. It had bled through the minion band-aid! (and the next one I put on.) It wasn't bleeding a lot, but it also wasn't stopping!

Sadly, the blood stains ruined my favorite purple shirt! (If anyone knows a good way to get dried blood stains out of clothing, please let me know!) I sprayed it with a stain remover and have been soaking it in water. But I am definitely open to suggestions!

Oh, the fun of infertility shots. I'm doing my best to have a good attitude about them. Each night, I listen to calming music when I get my shots to distract my brain.

Lately, my song of choice is LAVA.

I like the lyrics. "I have a dream. I hope will come true. That you're here with me. And I'm here with you."

I try to focus on why I am doing all these shots. And that sometimes helps. (And sometimes it doesn't.) But at least, I TRY to focus on the big picture.  (and I admit, some days I do better than others.)  But you just keep going.

At the end of July, I was asked to give a talk in church about "Being True to the Faith of our Forefathers."  And it made me think about the pioneers.  I'm sure about 1,000 miles into their journey, someone must have had the thought "I don't want to do this anymore."  (Which I've felt.) 

 But... at that point... what do you do??  You can't give up.  You've already come so far.  You just have to keep your eye on the goal, and put one foot in front of the other.  Trusting in God that it will all be worth it in the end.    So... that's where we're at in my journey.  Just keep moving forward.