Yeah right, not THAT kind of shots.  (Seriously, can anyone actually see me doing Tequila shots?  Yeah I didn’t think so either.)  THIS kind of shots:

That’s just the pen and eight of the needles.  I have more where that came from, but isn’t it nice that it comes in a discreet, handy little zipper case?

In preparation for the commencement of the aforementioned shots, I have made sure to do all the stuff I will hopefully not be able to do for many, many, many months, should they work.  I am disallowed all things that pregnant women are disallowed (and then some) as of 9:00 tonight, when the first needle goes into my fatty tissue layer.  (Fortunately I have a large fatty tissue layer right now, so it shouldn’t hurt too bad.  I’ve been preparing.)

Incidentally, our doorbell rang at  7:30 this morning.  Joey and I were both in like the fourth layer of REM sleep, if there is such a thing, and it took us quite awhile to figure out WHAT was going on.  He finally hauled out of bed, threw on his lounge pants and a sweatshirt, and stumbled to the door to discover…

…HIS ENTIRE FAMILY!!  (Well, with the exception of Tony, who is in Iraq.)

SURPRISE!

I was still half asleep when I heard them, and I was srsly confused.  SRSLY CONFUSED.  Then Joey told me to get up and get decent because we had company, y’all.  So I did, but I was still confused.  Then Eric, Joey’s youngest brother, put this ginormous box of wrapped gifts in front of me.  And my MIL said “Presents!  One for each shot!”

And then, suddenly, I was awake and I yelled, “PRESENTS!  FOR MEEEEEEE!”

I really like presents.  But I think everyone probably does unless their names are Scrooge or the Grinch.

Joey came running over and looked at my sweet box of loot and he was like, What?  Presents for HER?  SHE’S NOT EVEN GENETICALLY WOESTMAN!

But MIL was smart and put one present for Joey in there too, somewhere.  (I didn’t see it but then I wasn’t looking very hard.)

All this to say: my house is full, I am tired, I have lots of presents, and if I can’t give my shot tonight, my MIL is totally doing it for me.  She’s a NICU transport nurse and, while I may be 5,000 times larger than her patients normally are…a shot is a shot, right?  Because when I was reading the directions for my Follistim pen again, I was super, super, super confused.  I know where to put the shot on my person, but the whole dialing the pen to get the correct amount of medication, and yet not over-dialing or under-dialing so I don’t OD or UD (under-dose, I made that up)….

Jibbly jibbly.

Anyway, full report on the shot and its aftereffects tomorrow.  I really hope I don’t upchuck from side effects.