Just in time

I got the good news today that I am completely done with the progesterone shots!  Which is just in time, since Tim left for Virginia Beach this morning.  I tried to do it myself last night, but couldn't get over the psychological issue of stabbing a large, sharp needle into my body.  I felt better today, too.  I had an appetite for a normal dinner and I'm sure Baby Ferg is thankful for that.  Jello, saltines and french fries (with mustard) are a weird mix and get old fast, I'm sure.  At nine weeks along I think (and hope) I'm on the downward swing of the yuckiness.

*I found this cute little note when I came home from the eye doctor today.