Thanks for all the supportive comments on my wimpy injector post. Sube
said it best, I think: "I cry every time, not from the pain, but simply because I have to do it at all. That's the part that sucks." Standing there, with that needle pointing at my belly, is a (literally) painful reminder of just how my body has failed, in a way that popping pills or, frankly, even riding the dildocam is not. But it does seem to be getting easier--last night, I still got anxious in the half-hour before I did it, but the injection itself went off without a hitch.
After months of hibernation, my right ovary has finally woken up, just in time for spring. And with a vengeance: At this morning's ultrasound, the doctor counted six (smallish) follicles on the right side, and about the same on the left (didn't even bother to count). A nurse just left me a message--no surprise, I'm to reduce my dose to 75IU and come back Thursday. I hope one or two of those suckers will break away from the pack.