So I decided to entertain myself by being a daredevil and inject my tummy with NO ICE.
What made me do it? I haven't a clue. I was still half asleep when I went for it, strangely enough I didn't even hesitate, and you know why don't you? Cause I'm a professional already. But I'm not going to lie, it surprised me to feel the whole darn thing. The painful part was after I took it out, it hurt like a mother! Let's just say I was fully awake after that adventure. I mean, who needs coffee when you have needles to jolt you up?
The next statement is going to shock you as much as it shocked me when I told myself: I'm actually enjoying this whole injection phase. I find myself being excited to when I have to do 3 injections a day, not because a-baby-is-the-result-of-all-these-shots thing, but because I'm kicking my fear in the arse every time I stab myself. And because I'm proud of myself for actually becoming a complete pro at it. And because I have ice to back me up. I'm totally not doing this again without ice, I'm no masochist.
And when Jeff's turn gets here to give me, yet another, injection in the rear area for a week, I plan on sitting in a bucket of ice in preparation. Not only because those needles are humongous, but also because I distrust him, he is no pro like his wifey after all.