I went back and got 2 injections (I am apparently too big to get dealt with in one shot!)
I have been reading several message boards, and it seems like many many women have taken this shot, and they sound fine about it. I am thinking that once this is "past" I may sound fine about it too, but today, it is the complete and total reality of my day. There is nothing else that I can think of. The last couple of days - or maybe this whole week I am having sort of an "out of body experience". I don't know what is happening with me - there are phone calls and updates, and repeated visits to the clinic, my arms are poked mercilessly, I have visible red holes in each arm now, my uterus has been scraped, my body has been injected with methotrexate and the syringe had a big sticky on it saying "High Alert". So essentially I have a high alert substance in my body, and nobody knows where the embryo is.
What is all this? Why do I have to experience so many weird things? All I want is one child, and all I get is heartache (and right now a butt-ache :-) )
The saddest part of this entire thing is, I have not felt the deep despair and sadness I felt with my miscarriage in Nov. You may think it is good that I have not slipped into depression again. I wonder if it is normal to not grieve the loss of a child. I wonder if I have not become too bitter and hardened. Something to think about...