This post originally appeared on Annery at Home in November 2011.
A couple more days and I'll be at the 11-week mark. Last week I went to my nurse appointment. After running the blood tests, I got the call that I could stop taking the progesterone injections.
After a month of 3x a week shots, I was overly ready to be done. As I said before, I really did try not to be a weanie about my shots., although this toughing it out came to a whole new level while I was out of town working. Without my husband with me to give me the shots, it fell to me to give myself the injections.
The first night I needed to give myself the injection, a close friend who lives near where I was working came over to my hotel and supervised me to make sure I was able to do it. With her moral support, I gave myself the shot and it didn't seem so bad. She actually took a picture of me injecting myself, but I'll spare you all, since not everyone is a fan of medical-type pictures. The next time I had to give myself a shot, I really missed her help, it is huge to have someone telling you, "you're almost done!"
As my friend termed it, I was "hardcore" about giving myself the injections, but I was relieved to be home and having my husband do the shots again! I was even more relieved when I got the call that I could stop the shots altogether.
Now that I'm back home and life is settling into it's normal rhythm, I'm starting to feel a little of that first trimester exhaustion, last week is kind of a blur in fact. I'm starting to worry a little about where we're going to live next year, with a new baby on the way and our foster daughter with us, our 2 bedroom house will soon be a really tight squeeze. But I'm trying not to let those worries take over.
My husband is in his second week at a new job, and while I worry about how it will work out after all the ups and downs of the last six months, I have to have faith that everything will work out.
Every time I worry about where we're going to put all the kids, I take a breath and say a prayer that God give us the resources to care for the children He wants us to have. I have to have confidence that Providence will be there. My husband is a hard worker and if anyone can succeed in a new career of sales, it's him, although I may have to read this to remind myself of that when his income moves to straight commission in a couple months.
God has been with us every step of the way and I have no evidence to the contrary that He will not continue to be, I'll just have to remind myself of that as I struggle against my natural anxiety-prone ways.
God is faithful beyond my understanding.