Just breathe ...

Tomorrow morning I go to the RE's office for bloodwork and an ultrasound and if all is well, then I'll begin the first step (Letrazole) in our treatment to hopefully get us pregnant.

I feel like I need an air-sickness bag. Seriously.

Plus, if all is in order tomorrow, that means I'll have to administer my first shot to myself on Friday night. Me - the biggest pussy in the world - inflicting pain on myself. Am I out of my ever-loving mind?

I think this whole infertility treatment may get me over my phobias of needles, pain and blood after all. Either that, or I'll run off in the opposite direction, screaming like a little bitch.

I'm doing this all for the right reason though, and my desire to have a baby outweighs all those fears ten-fold. And, after what I've already been through, this is small potatoes, right?

I just have to remember to breathe ...