I was pretty cocky after my first PEO shot in the buttski. There was no lingering pain at all. Sitting was fine and I was strutting around going “I wonder what all the fuss is about?”
We had followed the advice from my friends regarding the administration of the progesterone, with ice to the area, inject, massage the area, then apply heat.
For day 2, we followed the same routine and…
Fast forward to this morning and when I attempted to roll over in bed and I screeched in pain. Shortly thereafter, my acupuncturist rubbed the same spot and I screamed so loud there was a response that I could be scaring her other patients.
So yeah. The progesterone in ethyl oleate is kicking my ass. Literally.
If I get knocked up there will be 7+ more weeks of this, which is fine really, because the ends here justify the means. However, today as I was strewn out across the acupuncture table with needles poking into my flab, I had a bone deep feeling the transfer was going to fail.
I hate that I cannot seem to be positive about this process, but I just cannot seem to find that headspace, at all.