Mock Transfer, Scratch and HSG Day

This week has been busy with appointments and procedures.

On Wednesday, I had to go in for the mock transfer. I don’t know why I keep having to do this since at this point they should know exactly what my uterus looks like. Anywho, while I was there the RE asked me about getting a biopsy/scratch. She (sadly knows me well now) said she thought last time we did the mock, we also did the scratch. As a matter of fact, I actually mentioned to M that I didn’t think I had a biopsy scheduled. So we held off on the mock and checked with my nurse/RE and sure enough they said do it. I really should have been prepared and taken some Aleve before I went. It wasn’t awful though, and the best news from that appt was my AFC was 13. Woot woot. Still waiting on my AMC results.

Today was HSG day. The last time I had this done was three years ago. I knew what to expect. Or at least I thought I did based off of what happened three years ago. It was easy breezy. Dye was injected in and we watched it seamlessly flow through my uterus and out my tubes. Today was very different. Holy hell. I had cramps, fine. But then the tech/nurse (whoever does the procedure) couldn’t see if the dye was spilling out of my right ovary. That is when she asked for the balloon. Now, I don’t know what was exactly going on down there, but what I can tell you is it HURT. I got dizzy and was in serious pain. It seemed to last for a few minutes while the other tech was taking pictures. It was finally over and balloon was removed. I think they were scared I was going to pass out. It felt like I just woke up from the retrieval. I was light headed and crampy. The good news is that the balloon forced all the dye out, so I got the all clear.

Today is CD9, so I expect to ovulate in the middle of next week. Once I get my surge I will call my nurse to get the ok to begin the estrogen patches on the 10th day. If everything goes according to plan (ugh, am I tempting fate now?) , the retrieval should be around 9/7. Eek.



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.