Last night, we resumed with the heparin injection after a 2 day 'holiday', and of course there is no reversal of 'roles'. Mark remained as the 'injector' and me, the 'injectee'. I was secretly hoping that it wouldn't be as painful as I had remembered it to be, but alas, it was just as painful, if not, even more so because I think Mark hit a muscle (again). So far it's almost a 50-50 chance of it either being 'f*cking painful' (when you hit a muscle) or 'bearable pain' (when it is in the fats).
Whenever I start to whine about the pain/ discomfort, all Mark has to do is ask me the 'magic' question and it'd shut me up almost immediately. The magic question is 'Are you complaining?'. Once he asks this question, it'd remind me that this is what I wanted... this is what I have been hoping for. I went through the numerous fertility cycles just to make this happen!!
Mark and I still have not allowed ourselves to feel overtly happy about the new life yet... Guess we both have been through enough to know that things can change in a blink of the eye. One moment you can be frolicking among the stars and the next moment, you'll find yourself in the deepest pit in hell. For now, we are just taking things one day at a time. Just before we go to sleep every night, we will give our thanks to God for blessing us and giving us another day with 'little bun' (this is then followed with the nightly routine of 'good nights' to Lucas, Chloe and little one).
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