Work ruins everything

Ugh, the earliest I usually ovulate is cd14. Not this month! I ovulated the night of the HSG. While that normally wouldn’t be that big of a deal, I was stuck in Texas, without M.

There goes another month.

At least this weekend I can look forward to a mini-vacation with M and my sister and BIL.


All clear!

Talk about stress!

Last week, my boss decided that I should go on a very last minute trip to Texas- the same day as my HSG. My boss has no clue about my bun in the oven plans. As far as he knew, I would just be working from home in the morning and then head to the airport in the afternoon.

By 6am, I was out the door and on the way to my HSG appointment.  After signing a consent form, forking over a hefty chunk of change and waiting about 3o mins, my name was finally called. This was no regular doctor’s appointment. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this.  A nurse took me back, explained the procedure and instructed me to use the restroom, where I would provide a urine sample. For a pregnancy test. We could have skipped that part, I can assure you I wasn’t pregnant.

Next stop was the procedure room. I needed to disrobe completely and put on a gown and booties, and sit on the table. It was pretty identical to the tables at the ob-gyn, but I swear these stirrups were higher.  Anyway, the nurse comes in….followed by Dr. L. Ugh! Totally caught off-guard by that!

The nurse gives me the “scoot down” command that we all have heard and dread, meanwhile Dr. L. is asking if I had a nice weekend. I mutter something and am completely awkward.  I can’t talk about my weekend, when a man I met a week ago has his head between my legs about  to shoot dye up me.

The procedure took all of 5 minutes maybe, and everything looked good. Normal uterus and open tubes. Dr. L. said I got an A+ and that would be the “hardest” part of testing. Fine by me!!

I kid you not, after the Dr. and nurse left, I sat up, stuck the “blanket” they use to cover you between my legs and waddled to the dressing area. Gravity, my friends, what goes up must come down. I will leave it at that.

This is where our journey begins

After about 6 months of unsuccessfully trying to get knocked up, I decided  we needed help. I know it can take up to a  year to get pregnant, but I am impatient!

I met with my reg Ob-gyn and M (DH) had a SA (semen analysis). After taking a quick look at  the results, my doctor recommended we meet with a RE (reproductive endocrinologist).

So, here I was…I was on my way to meet the person who would hopefully be able to give us some answers, Dr. L.

Unfortunately, due to work and traffic, M couldn’t get there. So I walked in the office and immediately was embarrassed and slightly humiliated. All of these people knew why I was here! We can’t get pregnant, something must be wrong with us. I had to remind myself they are here for the same reason. People in the waiting room would sort of just give you a quick nod or small small. If you run or bike, it was sort of like that acknowledgement that you get from others out of the trail “Yep, I am out here doing the same thing, it sucks, but it’s who we are, right?”. It was sort of like that.

After the nurse took my vitals, I was called back to see Dr. L. He was a little younger than I expected, but young can be good. After some preliminary questions and a refresh of sex ed, we talked about the game plan. Finally- a plan!! His preliminary recommendation was an IUI. We won’t know if that’s the road we will take until we have some additional tests run. The next steps are: a repeat SA (to verify the last test wasn’t a fluke), a HSG (hysterosalpingogram to make sure my fallopian tubes are open), and  baseline testing for me, including a ultrasound. Since the HSG and baseline testing need to be done on certain days on your cycle, I bust out my calendar and figure out when I can have everything done ASAP. No point in dragging this out!

Before I left, I asked Dr. L what our odds are if we continue trying naturally compared to IUI (or IVF). He said we were looking at 3-5% naturally, 10-15% with IUI and up to 40% with IVF. Just for reference, most healthy “average” couples have around 20% chance of getting pregnant each month. (Disclaimer: this also depends on the woman’s age, nature is not nice to women over 35)

After the appointment, I told M all of this and he I think they only said was “ok”, “sounds good” and then the one thing that shows his personality more than anything “So, you’re saying there’s a chance?”.

His optimism is encouraging. Yes, there is a chance. Our road might be a little bumpy and it might not be the most direct route, but it’s our road. I am happy it’s M standing beside me as we walk down it.