Here is the maths-
Days since treatment commenced - 11
Times a needle has been stuck into me - 22
Times into stomach - 18
Times into arm - 4
It's raining and I'm feeling very sorry for myself. Had to get up at 6.00am this morning to drive into the city to get bloods taken and my normally very shy veins were feeling extra intimidated today and chose to hide. After 3 mins of trying to get blood out we had to switch arms and try again on the other one, which gave us half a vial after 5 mins. And I did all the things you are meant to, tried to keep extra hydrated, kept warm, kept my arms pumping in the waiting room, but no co-operation was forthcoming. However it is all good news, extra follicals have developed on those ovaries, threat of over hormone stimulation has been kept at bay, and we are go for egg retireval on Friday. There I get even more people becoming overly familiar with my lady parts as they go in to get those eggs. The good news is that I am asleep for it this time, unlike all the internal scans with the probe, (aggggh and shudder at this point!). When I wake up I get to look at my hand and see written how many eggs they got, last time it was seven, lets see if I can beat it this time!
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