Joey totally rocked the shot last night. He loaded it all up while I wasn’t even paying attention and called me in to the bathroom. Ten seconds later, it was over with and very nearly painless. (Well, except for the medicine dispersing into my person, which he really can’t affect.)

I asked him how on earth he improved so much, and he said that he’d tried the 45 degree angle this time, like in the picture. Apparently that makes a big difference, because it hurt considerably less than the straight on till morning approach he tried the time before.

Nurse Joey is in the house.

After shooting me up, Joey went to the Box of Presents and selected me a gift.  It’s his job to pick them, my job to open them.  Yesterday’s gift turned out to be two little cute stuffed Pandas.  In an uncharacteristic moment of hopefulness, I placed them on my shelf in the back of my closet with the rest of my Pandas I’ve been saving.  If we get to have a baby someday, we’re doing the nursery in Pandas and bamboo, so I have a little secret hope stash of Pandas that will (hopefully) be decoration.  I try not to look at them or think about it, though;  I don’t want to get my hopes up.

Because it sounded relaxing, we decided to watch an episode of Hogan’s Heroes. I was bone tired by this point and sitting up was, like, really really difficult. So I laid on the floor for most of it and probably fell asleep. (We may have to watch that episode again.)

Just about 9:00, Joey shooed me off to bed. But, as I was still laying on the floor, I told him I was too tired to get up and could I please just sleep out here?

He said no.

I really think one of the side effects of this medicine is extreme tiredness, because I can barely keep myself awake no matter where I am, no matter what time of day it is. And then again, maybe my body is like YOU ARE STRESSING ME OUT, JENNA! and just wants to sleep it off. Who can say, really.

So I dragged myself to bed and tried to read some of the book I am finishing. Joey stole my new book (THE LOST SYMBOL!) with the promise to let me have it as soon as I finish what I’m currently reading. We’ll just see if that really happens.

And there I was, laying there, reading and tweaking every so often the way that I do when I can feel one side or the other kick into overdrive and do who knows what inside me when I realized that I’d forgotten why we were doing this. Not “forgotten” in the sense that I suddenly didn’t think having children was worth it, but “forgotten” in the sense that I realized I had forgotten that this wasn’t the normal way that everyone else got pregnant too.

Weird. That’s all I have to say about that.