Nothing
says I love you like, jabbing your loved one with a needle. Alas, it was not like I had prepared myself
for, the worst. Last night at midnight,
my lovely Sherpa wife gave me the HCG shot to stimulate ovulation. I didn’t even feel the needle. She is a great Sherpa nurse. Of the two options given we decided to put it
into my thigh. Deb pinched the skin as instructed, and I didn’t feel a
thing. An added bonus is, given my
tendency to allergic reactions, I didn’t get the rash that a good portion of
people get temporarily at the injection site.
That was a bonus.
For
Valentine’s, tonight, we are going to the Hot Springs nearby. Having a lovely relaxing night, in a lovely
hot pool, which hopefully will be the last time I can enjoy such luxury for 9
or so months.
Last
night, we noticed that Valentine’s has been a fairly significant holiday for
us, without making a point of it. Our
first Valentine’s, we were away on Vacation in Fernie (which I had planned
before meeting her), within 2 weeks of meeting each other. We have been inseparable since. Our next Valentine’s we got our first
together puppy Tuffy.
The
following year, we went to Las Vegas; more so because we needed a holiday than
because we were celebrating Valentine’s.
Our Fourth Valentine’s (this year).
We are getting the first try at being ultimately creative, and making a
baby. (And going to the hot
springs.) All of these things happened
on Valentine’s day, not because it was the day itself, just because of life timing.
