Orange Voodoo

So, it's not really voodoo, but I have been sticking needles into a "graven image" in hopes of practicing some sympathetic magic. Of course, I'm referring not to The Golden Bough theories of magic, but rather I mean I hope to gain the trust and sympathy of my spouse - even if by some magical means. We are both a bit nervous about the upcoming need for me to deliver the progesterone shots after the oocyte retrieval.
 

Kristina has been very patient and watched carefully as I pretended the practice orange was her hind-side. And no, I didn't make any groping like gestures; it wouldn't be funny in the moment, but it sure is now that I'm writing this post. The nurse's comment they would draw circles on her as targets so I know where to put the needle is both comforting and another good source of humor...but probably only to me.
 

Anyway, she observed my technique and commented that she felt more confident in my abilities. I feel better about it, but there is still a lot of practice I need because my biggest fear is causing her pain in this process. I really really really don't want to do that, and I'm sure she feels likewise. The skill is something I've taken for granted, especially considering the number of shots I've received in my life. I'm sure modern Hollywood has not helped my anxiety either.
 

So, with that additional practice and the news all is moving forward as scheduled after yesterday's "Suppression Check," we are roughly eleven days away from starting the shots. This of course means we are only two-and-a-half weeks from implantation date. Things are moving fast, and the both of us are very excited...a little scared too...but very excited.