The husband and I survived the last week, wherein he had to give me 2 (TWO!) shots at our house, with his nasty stained farmer hands. I don't seem to have any red streaks radiating from the injection site yet, so we're going to consider that a success. The week started with a bang, a trans-VAGINAL sonogram (unfortunately not with the cute boy, since it was on a weekend) that said my follicles and lining and such were all just right. So today, we go to the doctor and see if her porn is any better than the other doctor's porn. This is the true test of whether she really is a better doctor or not. Then, two weeks of VAGINAL progesterone suppositories and waiting to see if it worked. (I've been advised to buy stock in a pantyliner company, which, really, I should have done before now.)

I have a picture of my husband's black hands holding a rather large and intimidating needle in front of what looks like a druggie's cabinet of stash, but is really my kitchen counter. Unfortunately I've left my camera cord at home, so it will have to wait until another day.

Wish us luck.