Nervous

The worst part about pregnancy for me (besides the throwing up, of course) is the needles!

I do not like to have my blood drawn. The poor nurses always have to use the butterfly pediatric needle, and I have had a few miserable experiences with the poking and then searching for the vein. The searching hurts, and it gives me the heebie jeebies. I always have to concentrate on taking big deep slow breaths, and I more often than not have to end up laying down, sipping juice, to get my color to come back.

I don't like IV's either. Giving blood is bad enough, but now having to keep a needle inserted into my arm/hand is the pits. I can't look at it. I usually cover it up with a towel or something, because I would faint if I saw the needle sitting under my few layers of skin. I have had a nurse blow a vein trying to insert an IV, and if you ask me, it hurts worse than natural labor. Well, at least it would hurt worse if the feeling lasted as long as natural labor does. It feels like someone literally took a hammer and whacked your hand with it. Not good at all. As soon as I give birth, my usual first question is "Can we take the IV out now?!"

And last, but not least, I don't like my progesterone shots. Regular shots I can actually handle just fine. These shots are not regular shots. Usually a shot is given with an extremely thin needle, and the nurse can administer it in about 5 seconds or less, depending upon the amount being injected. My progesterone shots are like shooting corn syrup into your skin. Even with Scott's strength, he is usually pressing down on the needle with all of his might to inject it, and it still takes about 30 seconds to go in. They are not fun. Plus, I usually get a sight reaction to them, leaving a warm itchy red bump on my bum. By the time it usually goes away, it is time for the next shot. Bummer!

At the end of this pregnancy, I am looking forward to a very long time without any needles.