That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The shots and needles of outrageous fortune
Or to take HPTs against a sea of troubles?
As somone one who only pees on sticks to make sure she’s not pregnant, I have never peed on the stick after a run in with Dr. Uterus. I have waited, with baited breath, until that phone call telling me of my fate. One of the main reasons was my overwhelming concern of a false positive since each time I’ve had an IUI or with my last IVF, the trigger was HCG – the same one that says you’re pregnant – and let me tell you does that take a long ass time to leave your building.
But, this time, no such dilemma. Instead, I can actually pee on a stick and reasonably trust the results. And yet, I hesitate. I’m enjoying this bubble of not knowing, this bubble that allows me to think that maybe, just maybe, this worked. If I pee on that stick, that bubble might burst. Although, the phone call will really pop that balloon like a pin.
I’m about 75% leaning in favor of doing the deed, but I think I need to sit with it a little while longer. I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow, but I know if I have one in my house, I may not have the self-control to wait until I’m absolutely ready to know (and that wouldn’t be tomorrow).
On the other hand, I just have remember the sound of Nurse to a T telling me that the test was negative to know that maybe peeing ahead of time will be beneficial, no matter what the outcome.
As you can see, I have returned. And, I know that the most pressing question on your mind is not how my trip was (fabulous but hectic) or whether I got to see some old friends (yes), but whether or not I actually did my PIO injection in an airplane lavatory. Well.
Sorry, I know that this would have earned me the ultimate in hardcore admiration, but the timing actually didn’t work out. I did, however, do the deed in the airport bathroom, where they thoughtfully also provided a sharps disposal. I have to say doing it in the bathroom wasn’t nervewracking at all. I was amused at the thought of someone opening the door by accident and seeing me shooting myself in the ass – I did make sure the door was securely closed first. And, they had some soothing music on. It was actually quite boring.
And, now, I’m tuckered, so nighty-night.