I am happily three days past IUI#3 and am now ready to give more details to the cautionary tale of how I screwed up my injection and lost $150 worth of Novarel over the weekend.
Not to toot my own horn, but over the past few weeks I have become quite an expert at stabbing myself in the belly. After all I had to administer over 30 shots this cycle. My husband did the first couple of shots but after a few days he went out of town I started doing them myself. I stabbed myself on the front seat of my car several times. Prep, mix, pull, stab, push. So easy.
My husband and I like to sleep in on the weekends. Well, he sleeps in. I lay in bed reading blogs and checking my email on my iphone and occasionally try to snuggle. Last Sunday I pealed myself out of bed at 10:20 to prepare my trigger shot so that I could take it exactly 24 hours before my IUI.
I remembered the last time I saw my nurse she asked me if I needed instructions for the trigger shot and I declined them because I felt I had such expert injecting skills. The truth is I had never actually given myself the trigger shot because I always had an appointment the day before my IUI and brought my trigger with me so that the nurse could administer it.