What an easy procedure, that silly sonohysterogram. Yes, the one that yesterday I was all worried about and had bizarre TTC (trying to conceive) related dreams because of last night. I even found myself in my typical nervous mode this morning where I, for some reason, become hyper-alert and start taking in far too many details than our necessary. Maybe I do that to try to distract myself. Maybe I do that in case life as I know it is about to end and I want to remember what my prior life was like.
I was up at 5:30 this morning. I was hoping to leave at 6:30 but I had stalled a lot this morning and was not ready. I read on that blog I mentioned yesterday that the girl's doctor had told her to eat a breakfast high in protein. I was not told this but decided I would have a couple of eggs with my cereal just in case it made a difference. No clue what sort of difference it was supposed to make.
By the time I got there, parked, and made my way up to where I needed to be, it was 7:47. The waiting room only had two men in it, a vast contrast to last time I was there and the place was packed. I giggled to myself thinking those men were probably there to "produce a sample". I had to be there by 8:00 to have a blood pregnancy test done. Which, of course, was totally ridiculous. The whole reason I have been doing all this stuff involving the infertility clinic is because I CAN'T GET PREGNANT. If I could just accidentally get pregnant and not know it, then I guess I wouldn't have needed to be there at all. But, I am sure the clinic has lawyers and procedures and what not so I humored them and let them have some of my blood. I was told I could leave and just come back to the suite about 15 minutes prior to my scheduled appointment and make sure I signed in again. That gave me over an hour to kill.
I had brought a new book to read, one my mother apparently stole from our public library and I realized when I opened it that it was in large print. I thought about taking a walk but the weather was gross and I didn't think that walking around that busy area of town during rush hour was going to calm me. So I just went to the lobby and read. I was supposed to have a semi-full bladder for the test so I drank some Gatorade. I took some Tylenol to help with potential cramps. I was going to take four of them just to be over medicated but forgot to take the last one.
I went back upstairs around 9:10, signed in, and sat with one other lady in the waiting room. Then I got called back by the ultrasound tech. She asked if I ever had a sonohysterogram before. I said I hadn't but did have an HSG. She said they were very similar but there would be far less cramping with this test. Yay!
Then we were back in the u/s room. She explained a little about what was going to happen and pointed to an u/s picture on the wall of a uterus and said we would see a nice triangular shape like that on the screen. I said, "Mine won't look like that. I have a unicornuate uterus." We made some small talk about my uterus and then I headed into the bathroom to remove my pants and cover up with a sheet. Then I was in the stirrups.
First I had a short trans-vaginal u/s. I had had this done once before so I was no stranger to the dildo cam. Basically she took this giant wand, put a giant condom on it, and squirted on some lube. I lied down with my feet in the stirrups and she handed me the wand to insert in my vagina and she went from there. She just wanted to get a couple baseline pictures to figure out where my uterus was so she wouldn't be searching around for it while they were performing the sonohysterogram.
Then she went off to get the dr who had a resident with him that day. I looked around the room and noticed the u/s tech had her lunch bag on her desk. I got the giggles thinking how glad I am that I don't have to eat my lunch every day in a room with a giant dildo cam just a few feet away. It made me really wish DH was there because the two of us would have been cracking up and making stupid jokes.
My dr came in along with the resident. They made small talk which led me into saying how I partied a lot in college, you know, just what I wanted them to know. Then it was time for me to show the goods to all these people who are virtual strangers to me. I am thinking that by the time all this infertility stuff is over with, I am going to be an expert at spreading my legs for strangers and lettimg them uncomfortably prod me down there. I am not an expert yet though.
The resident did the whole inserting the catheter part. That part sucked. But it was totally bearable. It was uncomfortable like a pap smear but worse because it lasted longer. Bur really, not that bad at all. Kinda like some pinching but that was it. I didn't feel that tense but they kept telling me to relax and I kept thinking, "Yeah, you lie here while someone pokes around in your hoo-ha with some metal instruments while three people are all staring down there to see what is going on and try to relax!" I had to remind myself to breathe and realized at one point that I was pushing my legs so forcefully into the stirrups that I might snap one off. (Snap off a stirrup I mean. Not my leg. That wouldn't have been weird.)
The resident was trying to get this metal thing into my cervix to open it up enough to slide a catheter in there. The catheter was in and my dr said the resident was going to remove the instrument and I would feel so much better. So true. From that point on I really felt nothing. Well, except for the dildo cam but that isn't at all painful. The resident asked the u/s tech if she was ready and then the procedure started, which lasted about 1 minute. Saline was injected through the catheter into my uterus. The uterus usually is pretty deflated so this blew it up like a balloon so they could get an idea of what it looked like on the inside. I felt the most mildest of cramp feelings when the saline started but that was it. I was just hanging out looking at the ceiling waiting for the bomb to drop. You know, the bomb when they tell me that my life as I know it was over. Turned out, there was no bomb.
There was a slight suspicion about something that was determined to be thickened uterine lining since I have already ovulated this cycle. But, nothing else. I was given the all clear. The catheter was removed and the resident gave me her hand to help me up, which I didn't even take because I was almost all the way up already and feeling nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone was asking how I was and I was like, "Totally fine!" I told the dr that it was far worse yesterday when I was thinking about than it was actually doing it.
There was brief conversation about the results and our next step, which just included the fact that there were no fibroids or polyps and that I already have my next appointment scheduled for a week and a half from now. The dr and resident left and the u/s tech told me to change. There were pads in the bathroom to use since the saline would leave my body slowly over the rest of the day. I heard there might be spotting too. I looked really hard at the toilet paper when I peed after I got home and maybe kinda might have saw something, but only because I was looking so hard. After getting dressed, the u/s tech gave me a quick tour of my uterus on the u/s screen.
She said, "And here is the top view of your uterus." And I was all, "That isn't my uterus!" Back when I was diagnosed with a UU in 2006, I was told I had a right UU. The u/s picture showed that I had a left UU. It was actually this huge relief! (And me being totally annoyed that I was given the wrong information.) All the pain that I have from my periods and during my cycle are on my left side. I have been freaking out that there was something odd in there like a rudimentary horn or cysts on the ovaries or who knows. But no, the only thing odd in there is my left UU. It is no wonder I only feel cramps and pressure and stuff on that side.
There was nothing else really that interesting about my half a uterus. One of the concerns is the actual size of my uterus, because the smaller it is the harder it will be to get it to stretch enough to carry a child. I didn't ask about that because I figured it was something that would be discussed at my next appointment. On tv though, my uterus looks huge!
And that was that. No big deal at all. Yesterday I thought I was crazy for thinking about going it alone. Today I am so glad I didn't drag anyone with me to something that was so easy. I haven't had any cramping or anything. I was so excited when I got home that the stupid thing was over, that I insisted that DH (he took off work today to watch the kids), the kids, and I all do some retail therapy. I was in the mood to shop. We now have a new ceiling fan.
Oddly, I came home to an email from a girl I met through a message board who lives in the area and has a UU as well. She said her infertility treatments haven't been going so well and she wanted to pick my brain about adoption. I haven't emailed her back yet because I haven't decided if I should mention that we are now doing the infertility thing.
Labels: Sonohysterogram, unicornuate uterus