There was a doctor up north
From the town that we live
She told us that babies
Our bodies would not easily give
She gave us some tests,
Poked and prodded until we bled
Then she suggested we try IVF
And "YAY!", I got to be put on a bunch of meds
Now here I stand, needle in hand
Wondering where I'll get the courage to stab this thing through
"Quit being a baby", I tell myself,
"Or raising a kid is what you'll never get to do"
Don’t fret, I’ll give you all autographs when I’m famous.
The actual point of this post (besides the amazing poem) is to provide an explanation for all you curious cats who ask me a hundred questions about my suppression medications.
Fact 1: I am now administering a drug called Lupron to myself…and by “administering” I mean “stabbing a needle into my stomach”
Fact 2: I am also taking a low dose steroid, so don’t be all surprised when I end up looking like Popeye in a couple weeks
Fact 3: I have never had chicken pox.
What? You don't find that relevant to my baby drama? Well this is my blog and I can do what I want.
Hey! Check out these pictures of me stabbing myself in the stomach:
Here, I am drawing up 10 units of Lupron
Here, I am stabbing myself in the stomach
Here, I am punching my dude in the stomach for not being more sympathetic about having to stab myself in the stomach**
**Important Tidbit: This is made up. The Dude is incredibly sympathetic and is actually the one who has to stab me because I'm too chicken to do it myself. I really did try today, though. I got the tip into the skin a little but couldn't gather enough courage to push hard enough to penetrate the skin. The students on "Grey's Anatomy" practice on each other, so I just need to convince a family member to let me practice on them.
