I started my first IVF cycle in September 2008. It was all so new, strange and bizarre. I remember after our first blood test and ultrasound visit the nurse gave us a tutorial on the shots. At first we were like what … what do you mean my husband and I have to administer shots? And where exactly are these shots going? And are you sure we don’t need medical training? So you just trust that we can mix medicine in multiple vials, draw the proper amount into a syringe, inject said syringe into the proper spot of my tush and, voila, here comes baby? Thank goodness my husband and I took the whole thing in stride and found time for laughs … how could you not laugh about him giving me a shot in my rear while in a Starbucks bathroom? Or better yet-we created our own version of the “Mile High Club” on a flight back to NYC (during 2nd round of IVF which later led to miscarriage).