Well, I had my HSG today. It was interesting to say the least. I had to go to OB to POAS just to make sure I wasn't pregnant. I told them it was a bit redundant at this point, but I did it anyways. After the BFN was confirmed, I got to wander through the new part of the hospital and get lost on my way to radiology.
I waited around for awhile, then a VERY pregnant nurse came to get me. I went into the exam room and got undressed. I laid on an x-ray table and put my feet in their makeshift stirrups. I chatted with the nurse a bit and listened to the woman in the next room scream in agony. Foreshadow foreshadow....
The OB/GYN came in and the fun began. First came the speculum, which was freezing since it needed to stay sterile and thus couldn't be warmed. Next she scrubbed my cervix with pink soapy solution to remove any normal flora that was on it. She kept having to readjust the speculum, saying, "Your cervix doesn't like to be messed with, so it wants to run away and hide from me."
After that, she injected my cervix with lidocaine to numb it up. Little bee sting my ass! She tried to thread the catheter through, but my cervix, like me, is stubborn and doesn't give was easily. So, another massive bee sting and a dilator was needed to get the job done.
At that point, the radiologist came in to take the snapshot. He put the camera over my pelvis, being creative to work around my knees. Then came the dye. I quickly understood why the woman next door was screaming. Cramping is an understatement. I didn't scream, but I whined as loudly as I could. Thank god for nurses. They can hold hands and comfort patients like no one else can during a moment like that.
The pain stopped when the dye stopped , thank God. And, good news! Tubes open, no other concerns. I'm glad to know that this is the case, and all I can say is this kid better appreciate all I went through to give him/her life.
And now, I am pleased to present my uterus for your viewing pleasure, or lack thereof, whichever the case may be: