Today's was the first - and hopefully, if not last, at least the worst: turns out I can't participate in the progesterone drug study after all (damn endometriosis - again), so I will, in fact, be doing the glorious progesterone-in-oil shots I've heard so much about. These things are legendary. I'm not excited.
I thought about the big-ass needle, and then I thought about my poor ass, and I wanted to cry. But then I thought, I'll only have to do these for eight weeks if I am, in fact, pregnant - and that's got to be some consolation, right?
On the good news front, I have an appointment with a new acupuncturist who's both closer to home and a fertility specialist. Very excited about that.
Onward and upward.