Ah, the trigger shot. I’d love to say that it was no big deal, but *gulp* that wouldn’t be true. I got through all of the prep, right up to the point where I had to stick the needle in my stomach . . . and then I chickened out. I just CANNOT deal with the thought of voluntarily sticking sharp, potentially painful, metal objects into my belly, no matter how much everyone assures me that it won’t hurt. I am an engineer for God’s sake! I pray to the god of over-building and safety factors. I swore an oath to use my knowledge only for the betterment of mankind. People depend on me to design things that keep the general public safe from harm. Stick a metal rod into my fat roll — you’ve got to be kidding me! That’s going to involve someone bleeding, and I don’t want any part of it.
Don’t be alarmed though, the shot did happen. Manly just rolled his eyes, pushed me back up against the kitchen sink (so I couldn’t run away), and then stuck me while I had my eyes closed. It was over before I had time to be traumatized. And no, it didn’t hurt; nor did it bleed more than a few drops. I got to go right back to making cookies after I cleared away all the alcohol and cotton balls and fourteen copies of the instructions that I had brought downstairs to psyche myself up with. You would have thought that I was going to amputate something if you had seen all the crap I had prepared.
Anyway, I’m guessing that it worked (or is working right now) as I’m feeling both of my ovaries at the moment. The right one is a little more noticeable, since it had many more follicles, but I can tell where the left side is as well. No pain, just a feeling of there’s something right there. So let’s plan on a test date of oh, March 5, whaddaya say? I think that should be about right, either for my period to show, or for a test to give me a true result.