More Prep Ordered

Today I finally completed ordering the last of the paraphernalia I will need to start my diet. Bacteriostatic water was ordered days ago, but I had a bit of trouble finding the right size syringes. I was told to go with 27 gauge 1.25 inch syringes since the injections will be administered intramuscularly. Anything shorter or longer would be an attempt at futility or unnecessarily sticking the pointy part into my butt or belly too deep. I also ordered ten 20 gauge needles for mixing my potion along with a 30 ml. vial. I was also told that I could use the 27 gauges, but it took longer. I want to eliminate any possibility of accidentally hitting the sides of the hCG ampules with the needle tips by having to enter the ampule more than once. Or, so I think. The hCG itself is currently on its way from India, a somewhat scary prospect since I just watched "Slumdog Millionaire" last night. Will just try to think positive thoughts, anyway.

YouTube.com offers up some pretty good videos about mixing the injection concoction. People have different takes on things. I've noticed that some people are more diligent about alcohol wiping everything before they start. That is the boat for me. Sterile is good.

I'm not too concerned about the injections themselves. After going through two IVF sessions, I'm confident I can handle this. I hope it's what I expect as far as the size of the needles and such. At least I know I won't be having to give myself an intramuscular injection with one of the largest needles I'd ever seen. Back then, my mom was supposed to be giving me that shot in the butt, but she dropped the syringe on the motel carpet. Even though, we had a back-up needle, she chickened out and forced me to inject my own self in the thigh. Ouch!!! What we won't go through for the pursuit of a baby who will in 10-12 years aptly make us crazy! I've done some nutty things in my life and that was certainly one of them.

Seriously though, my daughter is the wind beneath my wings and the main reason for going on this diet. I want to be around for her. I have to get her to maturity and teach her everything I know about God, cars, men, government, gardening, spices, sewing, animals, music, and respect for the earth. I have to teach her to be street smart, to spot scams and hoaxes perpetrated by those who want to profit by fleecing we, the Americans. I want her to seek out truth wherever it may hide. The truth hides plenty these days. If she doesn't get a sufficient education in history, I, the parent, must fill in the gaps. It is those who don't know their history who are destined to repeat it or suffer needlessly from it.