And so the cycle begins again...

I hate needles.  After about 15 minutes of nervous dancing and pacing around the kitchen, syringe in hand, I gave myself my first Lupron shot of our FET.  The shots don't even hurt - I'm so paranoid of watching that needle go into my sub-Q area that I completely psych myself out every time.  I can't even let David and the dogs watch.  All 3 have to be in a different room for fear that they'll distract me and I'll end up stabbing my hand instead.  I should go have dessert.  Dessert would be a good distraction.

Tomorrow night begins the pre-cooking for meals I can freeze so we can eat during my bedrest.  Hooray for King Ranch Chicken and mostaccioli.