P17 Round 2

Today marks the start of a new week of pregnancy and yet another 17P injection.  I had the utmost faith in my husband since he did so well the first time.  We walked through the steps together and I was highly cautious about making sure he wasn't going to stab me with the 18g needle.  That thing is seriously scary looking.

We got started.  I got into position.  The opposite cheek this time so it was a bit more awkward for him to do since he is so dominant with his left hand.  The stab wasn't the bad part, it was the injecting.  He injected it much more slowly this time.  It was absolutely agonizing.  I had to lay my head on the counter to stop myself from passing out and/or throwing up in the bathroom sink.  He actually admitted that he felt bad which stuns me, especially coming from the man who has been counting down the days until he got to wield that needle.  He came my cheek a nice deep rub, since it was the only thing to give me some relief, and then I went to lay down for a minute on the bed to get the blood back to my brain.

I'm a bit sore right now.  We'll see what tomorrow brings with how I am feeling.

The nurse suggested a thick bottle, like a Gatorade jug to put my needles in, but I didn't have any with lids before recycling went out.  We ended up using a Vlasic pickle jar.