Doing hard things

For the first 10 weeks of my pregnancy, beginning 2 weeks before the transfer, I had to take hormones to make sure my body would support the early growth of my baby. The nurse drew this diagram of my butt so I would know where the progesterone in oil (PIO) injections should go. I drew those same lines on my butt every morning to be sure I did it correctly.

At the same time that I was doing these daily injections and other medications, I was in the process of moving from Houston to Dallas. It was a lot! I saw my fertility doctor for the last time during my 9th week. She did another ultrasound, and I could actually identify the baby this time. I heard the heartbeat, and I cried. They gave me a copy of my medical records to give to my OB, and I was released to regular prenatal care. It felt like a graduation ceremony. I completed my final shot a few days later, which was the day before I moved. I had a contingency plan with my doctor just in case my move happened earlier,  but I'm grateful that the timing worked out the way it did and I was able to complete my protocol before moving.

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