Yep, that made me swoon.
Would you like some background? Of course you would!
My nighttime routine is asinine. It makes me dread going to sleep.
Right now, it consists of:
- Topping off my glass of ice water
- Taking out my contacts
- Brushing my teeth
- Washing my face
- Popping in a progesterone supp
- Putting on a panty-liner
- Getting my Lovenox syringe & alcohol swab out and setting them beside the bed
- Plugging the charger into my cell phone
- Getting my Boo-Boo Buddy out of the freezer and setting it on my bedside table
- Adjusting and turning on my heating pad
- Once in bed, applying Boo-Boo Buddy to whichever side of my stomach I'm going to be jabbing
- Playing Words with Friends while I wait for my stomach to numb
- Once numb, cleaning the area with the alcohol pad
- Fanning the area dry
- Opening the Lovenox syringe, removing the lid
- Squeezing together a fold of fat to jab
- Hoping that it doesn't hurt
- If the jab seems like it will hurt, choosing another numbed spot
- Sloooowwwwly inserting the Lovenox, as to prevent stinging. If it starts to sting, I stop and wait
- Dispose of syringe and garbage
- Reapply Boo-Boo Buddy to prevent any bleeding or bruising
- Getting a prenatal vitamin out of the blister pack and taking it
- Taking two fish oil softgels
- Getting out one each of Estradiol and Dexamethasone, and taking them
- Taking one last drink of water to wash away the "ugh" of pill taking
- Throw Boo-Boo Buddy on the floor and hope Kelsey doesn't eat it (I can't put it on my nightstand after all! It's cold and wet!)
- Read my Kindle for 5 minutes until I realize I'm too sleepy to read
- Take off my glasses, turn off the light
Well, last night, as I was getting ready to start step #16, Buster pops his head in the bedroom to say goodnight to me. He sees me getting ready to jab myself, and says:
"Don't stab our baby in the face."
Buster doesn't really talk too much about the baby. I know he's really excited and happy, but he's not a very emotional guy. And honestly, I'm not sure how much this has really sunk in with him yet.
So him bringing up the baby and being worried about me hurting the little bugger made me happy.
I know that sounds really bizarre. What can I say? I'm hormonal and pregnant. I'm really surprised I didn't cry!