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Yes ladies, I hear ya! That sh** hurts, but... necessary! When I started my alternative conception treatment, I had to start with getting a HSG exam. I remember going in thinking it wasn't necessary and I would breeze by this test like I studied all night. I remember thinking cockily, I know I'm not the problem and I know all my instruments work. Hey I figured, I never had a bad result with my annuals in my life, I never had an abnormal period, and hell I'm young. I couldn't possible have bad piping. Yeah right...think again.
First I walked into the exam room thinking this whole thing would be nothing more than a routine pelvic exam as far as the pain, boy was I wrong. It felt like the man was trying to see into my lungs trough my vagina aka little lady. What the hell did I get myself into. Once I saw my right fallopian tube on the monitor and saw the dye go right through, I felt a sigh of relief and don't think I didn't want to tell my doctor "I told you so". Then came the left tube and I'll be damned if the dye just pulled up in one spot. What The Hell! There was my blockage. After all these years, that was one of our problems. I couldn't believe it. My mind went into panic mode. "That's it! There goes my chances", I thought.
After getting dress, I sat down with my fertility doctor. I just knew he was going to give me the words of defeat, but it wasn't. He came in the room with this big smile on his face. I looked at my husband and said we have screwed up and chose another insensitive jerk to get us pregnant. He came in and said "I have great news, I know what the problem is...your left tube is blocked and that cuts your chances of getting pregnant in half."
Well Duh! I knew that back in the exam room. Now mind you my husband was tested as well. It comes to find out that he sperm count is low. I knew we were doomed in the baby making department. I knew we had no chance. My doc went on to say he was going to schedule me for a liproscopic surgery to clear my tube and I would be good to go home the same day as the procedure. He went on to tell us the next steps we would take to bring our child to the world. Before I could get use to the feeling of defeat, a breath of fresh air blew into my face. I once again got the wind blown back in my sail. Whoosh!