05/27/2026
I remember this day (this is a delayed post). Day 6 of stims for my fourth egg retrieval, and I was on my last shot, Menopur (IYKYK 🥴).
I must have poked myself what felt like 20 times trying to get the needle in. Short of jamming it in, which freaked me out, I tried different angles, I tried re-icing the area so it didn’t hurt as much and I could press harder, I tried taking a breath and then trying again.
I was so frustrated I was on the brink of tears. This entire process wasn’t easy - of course this one shot wouldn’t be either.
And I was getting so hot trying for so long that I started to sweat.
Finally, I did it. And I think it was a reminder of what my body was capable of, of what I am capable of.
The women I’ve met going through this infertility and IVF journey are some of the strongest women I know, and if it’s any indication of what we’d be like as mothers, then damn, those kids are gonna be lucky.
