You know it’s a good day when 100 2-inch long intramuscular injectable needles show up in a box on your doorstep!
During the last surrogacy, I remember having to fly home with all my medical supplies. I was so nervous about taking these through security. They’re seriously going to let me carry on all these dangerously sharp objects along with vials of an unknown liquid substance? I mean, they’re labeled and all, but come on, you could theoretically fill those with anything. When security stopped me for extra screening, I was prepared for a fight. “I have a prescription! Go ahead, call the doctor!” If you need any further proof that airport security is nothing more than theater, the reason I was pulled aside was because I had a water bottle in my purse. Never mind the box of things I could stab and take out fellow passengers with. Oh. No. That’s one dangerous, dangerous bottle of water. Now that we have to travel with my daughters insulin and diabetic supplies, I chuckle to myself and think how I, a harmless looking white woman, could be the most likely terrorist suspect of all.
Anyway, the surrogacy meds arrived today! It looks like they’re all the same as what I took last time. Two sets of needles of different gauges; these are BIG ASS needles because the progesterone is an intramuscular injection. I’m so used to these 4 mm subcutaneous insulin needles that my daughter uses, these IM gauge ones are beasts. I’m a little nervous for the first one. I’m sure I’ll get used to it after a while, but my husband is going to have to administer the first few and I’m not going to watch it go in eeeeeesh. The two hormones to help me get super duper fertile are progesterone in oil and delestrogen. While I’m on these, I also will be taking birth control which should prevent my ovaries from releasing an egg. In the event I do ovulate, I’ll be a walking sperm trap, so gentlemens, steer clear!
There were some antibiotics and diazepam (niiiice) in there to help me chill and stay infection free the day of the IVF transfer. They also sent a weak attempt at a sharps bin to dispose of all those needles. Pffft – we are industrial sized sharps bin users here in our needle using house thanks to all that heroin our 6-year-old shoots up. You know how #diabeteslife goes.
Everythings coming together now for the big transfer day!