Poked

The title says it all. I'm all poked out and I'm only halfway done with all my shots, needle sticks, blood draws. Ugh. After a 6:30 a.m appointment for an ultrasound and bloodwork (*surprise- more needles!!!*) I arrived home exhausted and my hubby told me that I looked like a druggie and to go back to bed. Nice. I know this may not always be the most enjoyable route to our desired outcome but I'll keep trucking along. I'm cheered up by my awesome nurses who say everything is going beautifully. I'm so thankful to have a nurse for a sister and a wonderful husband that isn't scared to poke needles into me! He's the best! Sorry for the whining of this post- this process is exciting but not always rosy! Thanks again for the prayers.