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Health knowledge made personal
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Health knowledge made personal
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The HSG went pretty well today. I waited for about 35 minutes in my backless robe before being called back. I signed the consent form and climbed onto the huge metal table - pretty cold on my bare tushy - and assumed the position. The speculum and cathether felt just like a pap. We had to wait for the radiologist to come in and take the pictures so I just laid there for a few minutes, flat, with this catheter hanging out of my hoo-hah. Lovely. Luckily, once the doctor arrived it went quickly. The cramping was moderate to severe for a few minutes when she inserted the dye but I was able to breathe through it. The rest of the procedure was a breeze. Those "no polyp" vibes must have rubbed off because no fibroids or polyps were visible. The dye spilled into both tubes without hesitation. However, she mentioned my uterus was "pretty tilted" but she couldn't say whether it was anteverted or retroverted. Just call me Tipsy. Tipsy with the Tilted Uterus. Dr. Google says it's not really an issue unless it is endo causing the change in position. And since I don't really have any symptoms of endo, I have no reason to suspect this is a problem. Right now, I'm spotting a little and it just feels like I have syrup dripping between my legs. Uncomfortable but doable. DH still insists on waiting on me hand and foot tonight. So, who am I to resist? The RE said not to BD for 48 hours to lower the risk of infection. But come this weekend, we will officially be back to TTC. I look down at my bracelets and I feel ready. It is a bit scary to be honest. To be back here. Back to trying to catch the egg and back to POAS. But I am ready to try again. I went in yesterday to have my APS bloodwork done. I won't get the results of that until next week, which sucks. I hate the waiting game. Am I crazy for actually hoping something comes back abnormal? I just want an answer. I want some justification for the loss of my angels. I know that a diagnosis of APS means I would have to go on blood thinners and give myself daily injections. But I don't care. I would do it if it meant I could have a healthy, happy baby at the end. DH thinks I'm absolutely nuts for wishing something was wrong with me. But I just can't stand having our losses remain "unexplained". I want an "a-ha" moment. A "eureka!" moment. Something I can point my finger to and place the blame on so I can close that chapter in my life and begin writing the next. __________________________________________________________________ Please go over and support my sweet friend, Baby Blues. She just found out her long-awaited pregnancy is a blighted ovum at 8.5 weeks and could use some shoulders to lean on. I am so so sorry. I wish there were more words to express how I feel. I can only let you know I'm here for you and I'm sending lots of love your way. XOXO |
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