It's happening so fast

I went in for my baseline ultrasound on Friday.  Apparently, everything looked good because we were told to start injections that evening!  OMG!!!  I had four follicles on the right, and three or four on the left.  Not a lot, I know.  It makes me very concerned about IVF (also, I can't seem to stop talking about this cycle as if it's just a diagnostic cycle, instead of an actual infertility treatment cycle that could really work!  There's no reason why it can't work!) since that's such a tiny number of follicles to start out with.  Anyway, I'm trying to remind myself constantly that this cycle could end up with a positive outcome, and to stop saying "we're probably going to have to move on to donor embryos after this".

So, injections.  I am terrified of needles.  My husband really, really doesn't get it.  He is not scared of needles.  He can't understand why I am.  He also REALLY sucks at following directions, probably because he never even reads them.  After I picked up the medications on Friday, I ran a TON of errands, and started prepping for our housewarming party Saturday.  Then, after my husband got home, I read through all of the instructions for the meds, just to have a little refresher.  My husband did not.  It came time to mix the medications, and it was soooo hard not to remind him how to do everything (for example, hold the syringe with the pointy side down when pushing meds/saline out, turn it upside down when drawing the mixture back in to avoid air getting in).  Reminding him to wash his hands.  Reminding him where the injection site was supposed to be.  Reminding him to get the extra air out of the syringe before sticking me with it.  Telling him to get his finger off the damn plunger before he stuck me with the needle.  Telling him to put the needle cap back on BEFORE dumping it in the sharps container.  He got upset with me for getting upset with him.  So yeah, that went well.

So I picked up 12 vials of meds at the pharmacy.  They come in boxes of five, so I got two boxes, plus two loose vials.  I never really looked at the vials before, but I had been told that the meds are powder, which will dissolve quickly in the saline.  So I didn't notice that the first vial we pulled out was empty.  I looked for the meds, figured it was just a small amount of powder, and didn't think about about it until we pulled out the second vial and it was half full of powder.  We had already punctured the first one, so I had no way to prove that it was already empty, but the pharmacy was nice and took it back and exchanged it for a full one, so I have enough to make it to my next appointment.  Whew.

But really, it's hard to believe we're actually doing something.  Finally!  After 19 months of trying (something like 22 cycles, I think), two surgeries, watching my AMH levels fall from 1.35 to 0.4, and waiting through cysts, we're taking the first steps.  Amazing!