A little blue fishy on my ass....

I spent the entire day yesterday working myself in to a major frenzy of "The First Fertility Shot".

I scrubbed bathrooms that were not dirty.

I reorganized a closet that was already perfectly orderly.

I took two bubble baths.

I tried and tried to work off some of that nervous energy, but I just could NOT calm down.

You have to understand, I have a MAJOR fear of needles. It probably stems from childhood. I had to have stitches in my forehead, and I was strapped to a "papoose" board. I also get anxiety attacks if I feel "trapped" (under covers especially)....

But that is enough self-analysis for now...

So...

6:30PM. It was time for The Shot.

And I started shaking.

And shaking.

And crying.

And I totally freaked the fuck out.

My poor sweet husband was trying to hard to do his part, and I was NO help whatsoever.

He finally stuck me.

I felt him move the needle around (he has to pull back the plunger to make sure he doesn't hit a vein) and I about passed out.

He did it though.

DESPITE my state of hysteria.

I cried when it was coming, but I cried even harder when it was over. Relief I suppose.

You know what he did?

He bought me a wee surprise, hoping to coax a smile out of me.

We both love the movie "Finding Nemo". He has teased me about being "Dory the Delay Fish" ("you're the kind of fish that causes delays") for years.

My shot spot has a tiny little Dory bandaid on it.

It worked. I smiled.

Just keep swimming...just keep swimming.....just keep swimming swimming swimming....