So, since I haven't posted anything about my [in]fertility in a while... it's time for an update. A word of warning: I'm not holding back, and if this kind of thing grosses you out, you ought to stop reading now.
The last time I went to the doctor was in December, and she told me we needed to do a semen analysis. Honestly, all I could think was, "gross..." Yeah, yeah, I've been married a while now, and I realize sperm is not actually a bad word and discussing semen does not make me blush. However, I was not thrilled at the prospect of collecting it and delivering it to the lab at the hospital. GROSS! Okay, so it turns out it really wasn't that bad. Like, at all. We finally did the analysis last week, and I'm happy to report that DJ passed with flying colors (I figure he won't mind me telling the world he's wonderfully fertile...HAHA). SO.... on to the next test. This one's all about me.
And once again, I keep thinking "GROSS!"
On Monday, I'm going in for a hysterosalpingogram. Yeah, I had to Google the spelling of that. Okay, and the pronunciation. Most people just call it an HSG. What? You've never heard of it? Consider yourself lucky. Basically I get to pay $400 (which, by the way, is AFTER a 40% discount) for a radiologist to inject some dye into me and get x-rays to find out the shape of my uterus/fallopian tubes/etc. Are you jealous yet? My doctor described this as "an elongated pap-smear." Now I KNOW you're jealous.
I'm sure it won't really be that bad. Right? Really, convince me that it won't be! I'm not really too nervous. What's funny is, I'm WAY more disgruntled by the thought of paying $400 than the thought of a tube being inserted into my body in an unfavorable way. That doesn't really bug me too much. If you know me well, you know I'm not an incredibly private person, and I choose not to let things be awkward. Especially medical things. Cause really? Those doctors went to SCHOOL for this. They get paid big bucks for it. I have no reason to be embarrassed about letting them into my [very] personal space. Right?
When I was discussing this Ranee', she assured me that everything would be fine, the doctor would put me on fertility medication, and I'd end up with 12-tuplets. Heaven forbid! I told her my max was triplets. She decided that was plenty of babies to go around, so that's now what I'm aiming for. HA!!!