I'm practicing my Wonder Woman powers this week.
Those miserable 2-year molars -- which have been teasing us for months now -- are clearly making a move again, and Squeaker is miserable. Whiny, tired, feverish, whiny, tantruming at the slightest little thing, and did I mention whiny? He's in the middle of a growth spurt, but he won't eat unless the food is super soft and, preferably, icy cold. He demands teething tablets like they're candy. And he seems to think that shrieking at the top of his lungs every 5 minutes might make the pain go away.
Last night's tantrum in T*arget was truly epic. Screaming, wailing, kicking, thrashing ... all because I wouldn't let him walk down the soap aisle. Bad mommy. People were staring. And avoiding looking at us, even with pity. Because, y'know, I was That Mom with the uncontrollable shrieking child.
Awesome.
And of course, this means he doesn't sleep. I put him to bed 40 minutes ago, and he's been up ten -- count 'em -- ten times since. "Hug?" "Binky?" "Hug?" "Milk?" "Hug?" It's not like he's missing out on hugs. From the instant he gets up in the morning, he wants to be held. This was not such an issue when he was a teensy little guy, but now that he's pushing 27 pounds, it's nearly impossible to do while still getting anything else done. Like, oh, making his breakfast or my lunch or feeding the cats or ...
... giving myself a PIO shot. Yup, that's right, we're in the final stretch of my cycle, with the FET scheduled for Friday of this week. Four days and counting. I'm down to 2 estrogen patches every 2 days, and a daily shot in the a**. When I was doing IVFs, I managed the bazillion shots in the belly with ease. The needles were (relatively) small, and my belly was an easy target. The big-ass needles in the backside, however, were another thing altogether, so the Mister would give me the dreaded daily shot (he hated every second of it; said it felt like he was torturing me).
This time, however, I have to learn to do it myself. I'm traveling by myself to our out-of-state clinic for the FET. I'm going up the day before, staying overnight, having the FET, then staying over another night. (Two nights of uninterrupted sleep! Woo-hoo!) And, the Mister will be out of town the week after the transfer. So shots are up to me.
Double awesome.
Sunday's first attempt at the shot was nerve-wracking -- I almost forgot to change from the big needle (extract medication from bottle) to the small one (inject medication into upper outside quadrant of behind), eek! that woulda hurt -- but the Mister pointed out the error of my ways, and I gave myself the shot without causing permanent injury or fainting. Yay, me!
And today? While the Mister was at the gym, I gave myself a shot in the backside while wrangling a whiny miserable teething toddler whose number one desire was for me to Pick.Him.Up.
This motherhood stuff is not for the weak. Invincibility, here I come.
I'm impressed - best of luck with everything.
Posted by: Sue | January 11, 2011 at 10:34 AM
I can hear you roar from here! Let it rip!
Posted by: Stacy | January 12, 2011 at 12:22 PM