Today I go for a second sonogram. They're going to measure the gestational sac, look for a yolk sac/fetal pole and a heartbeat. I'm 6w5d along today so we should be able to see a heartbeat. I was told by the nurse coordinator yesterday that as soon as they know they have a heartbeat, my restrictions will be lifted. I was also told the doctor will write a letter releasing me from his care. I'm not sure where that leaves me with the shots, but let's hope they'll let me stop the shots.
Speaking of shots, last night's shot was horrific! I'm not being melodramatic, I'm being realistic. It was awful and then some. On both hips I have horrible knots. I literally have no where else to shoot myself...so I have to go through the knots. I iced my hip down while heating the oil. When my hip was numb, I cleaned the area with the alcohol and started pushing the needle in. About halfway through it met resistance. I pushed harder and got it in a little further. This was the point that the burning started. With tears welling up in my eyes, and my husband telling me that I'm doing great, I took a deep breath and pushed the needle the rest of the way in. My leg started to hurt and I took several deep breathes trying to relax thinking maybe I was too tense. I pulled the syringe back to be sure I didn't have blood come back. There was no blood so I started pushing the medication in. About halfway through the shot my leg started to spasm. So here I am, laying on my side, twisted around in order to get the right angle with the needle in my bum, my gluteus muscle burning horribly, and now my leg starts having muscle spasms. My husband just starts telling me he's proud of me and that I'm doing great. I keep reminding myself to breath, in and out, in and out. My husband suddenly says "You're done!"
I don't think I've ever pulled a needle out that fast. I swear I could feel the needle scrape every millimeter of flesh on the way out. As soon as the needle was out, I had horrible muscle spasms in my glutes and in my leg. My husband took the cotton swab and started massaging the area. He kept saying that I had a horrible knot there. He tried to rub it out, but I was sobbing so hard he finally stopped. I ended up bleeding after all. Kenny held me for a little bit afterward. It was, by far the worst shot I've ever had to do. Instead of sitting on the heating pad for an hour or two after the shot, I ended up sleeping on it. I didn't move all night. I was so stiff when I woke up this morning.
Speaking of sleeping...I actually slept through the night last night. I think it was because I was just so tired, and cried so hard, that my body just gave up and I slept. This is both a blessing and a curse though. I'm so grateful to have finally slept, but I now I'm even more tired! I feel like I need another 12 hours of sleep! Maybe I'll get a nap today.