Hooray for hCG

OK, now that I've posted my belated Easter post, here's what's new. I'm on Peak+7 today, which means I get my third hCG injection. Mr. X started doing them for me this cycle, which I love. I was willing to do it myself (heck, I did it for a year and a half), but after giving me progesterone injections with a BIG needle, he wanted to practice with the little hCG needles in preparation for the next time he needs to give me the big injections. He had offered to give me the hCG injections before, but knowing how much he hates needles, and, with my doctor's comment that I could do this myself, and Mr. X's travel schedule for work, I figured I should suck it up and do it myself. But now I'm happy to let him take over. The anxiety was waning even before the first shot, but I'm really feeling pretty good now. I had a blood draw this morning, so here's hoping for a good progesterone level this time!

So, I finally went to confession on Holy Saturday. It really was a great experience. I went to the pastor for the first time, and he was so sweet to me. I talked about my guilt over the miscarriage, and he was very comforting. Then, this morning, I drove across town for a mass that I saw advertised. It was for "babies in heaven." Perfect!, I thought.

Not so much, as it turned out. Now, don't get me wrong, it was a fine mass, and the priest gave a very impassioned homily. But it turns out that the priest was really preaching a pro-life mass, and the musicians were singing a mass for the Feast of the Annunciation. So, expecting that this was more of a memorial-type mass to acknowledge all sorts of baby loss, it wasn't really what I thought it would be. The homily was all about abortion, with just one mention of babies who might be in heaven "for some other reason." The music was all related to the Annunciation. So, I decided that I could still pray for the babies in heaven I particularly wanted to pray for--our own, and the babies friends in real life and online have lost. I was a little disappointed that the mass wasn't as I thought it would be, but I think I might talk to the director of the grief ministry at my church about putting together a mass for people who are grieving the loss of a baby. I think it would be nice if there was something like that, even if there's only one mass in town, once a year. So, we'll see . . .