So I haven’t actually had 500 needles in my arm, but at this point it sure feels like it. Every time I have to go back to the clinic for a blood test I feel like breaking down and sobbing. I’m hoping that this is all over soon.
Today was yet another blood test. I don’t know why but I was expecting good results. Luckily my numbers are good and I don’t have to get any more shots or blood tests for a while! I’ll know tomorrow when we’ll be able to try again.
If you had asked me a year ago, I would have considered myself a generally happy and nice person. Infertility has turned me into an angry, mean person. The really crappy thing is that since I’m home all the time, really the only person who has to deal with it is David, which means I’m bitchy and mean to him. Another crappy side effect: for a lot of the day I feel like I’m on the verge of tears. It’s not an enjoyable thing, and I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone.
Its like the great John Mellencamp said: Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.