I am officially "ready to go". I had one extra follie show up today for a total of 9, but it's just a little guy and probably won't amount to much. I am supposed to trigger in approx. 2 1/2 hours and I am freaking out about the IM shot thing. ESPECIALLY because DH- who already has a very messed up back- tripped and fell on the stairs today, hurt himself and is currently medicated. Yay, percocet and needles, oh my! What really pisses me off is that he was racing downstairs to tell stupid FedEx we were refusing the package from the pharmacy that was urgently needed YESTERDAY. Good times.
Beyond the IM shot freak out, I am also starting to feel the reality of Saturday's ER and I am scared folks. Yep, I am downright skeered. It's not THAT bad, right? I will be knocked out all the way but I am worried about the pain and recovery afterwards. I am a real wuss when it comes to surgical procedures. I mean, I cancelled my scheduled lap back in the fall because I was a scaredy cat. Somebody talk me down from the ledge please!?!?!?