Gearing up for the needle ceremony (the 1st day of P during TTC #2) this morning felt brand new. There was still the drawing in the progesterone with the big needle and switching to the smaller one for the injection. Rolling the syringe around in my palms to warm it up while my wife arranged herself tail up on the bed. The alcohol pad beforehand and the massage into the muscle afterward. But in the moment between stretching her skin taut and pushing in, there was the sound of this guy chattering on the monitor from the room next door. In the 40-60 times I have moved through these very same steps, they've never felt quite the way they did this morning.
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