Birthday Hangover

Okay. I didn't have a birthday hangover. But it sure felt like that would have been better.

As lots of you already know, Monday was the dreaded specialist appointment. I prayed long and hard that I would be pregnant by this time, but I wasn't. I knew what was coming, I just didn't want to deal with it.

With the advice of my doctor (and I think lots of my friends and family have been praying that I would make this decision), we have decided to start treatment. It is a self-injection treatment, meaning that I would give myself a needle in the leg EVERY SINGLE DAY. How in the world am I going to do that?!? Oh Lord, give me strength. I hate needles.

The specialist, Rob and I looked over the MRI scans, and he was very concerned. He said that he didn't like how they looked, and that I really needed to do something now. If I don't, there could be lots of issues later on. I agreed, and with LOTS of tears (yes, I totally bawled in his office), chose a medication and will be starting in a couple of weeks.

I need some mega strength. Right now I am holding myself together, but don't ask me that in a couple of weeks. Eek.