Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Poking & prodding, cont'd.

I managed to get my SHG done on Monday morning with only a 2 hour delay thanks to the lovely blizzard we had this weekend. Much like the HSG I had 1 1/2 years ago there was only some mild cramping. My RE asked if it was ok for the new nurse to be in on the procedure; I said it was fine since she'll probably be seeing a lot more of my ladygarden in the coming months anyways. I then made an offhanded comment about how @ this point they could erect a billboard of my crotch over Interstate 95 & nobody would care since most of New England has seen my vajayjay anyways which made the nurse snort. Maybe I've missed my calling as an infetility stand-up comedian?

Anyways, me & the crotch cam (transvaginal ultrasound wand) are now BFFs again. My RE said everything looked fine. She talked to the anasthesia people who I talked to earlier in the day & they said so long as I make my magic BMI number we're good to go with the IVF. So, I need to lose another 15 lbs. Fuuuck. I know I can do it but it just sucks that EVERYTHING else checks out fine except for my ass being wide. So when CD3 comes to town again I'll step on the scale & see if we've made it or not. I highly doubt I'll be able to lose 15 lbs in 3 weeks but that's fine; I think I can do it in 7 without a problem. So that means we'll likely be cycling in February: happy anniversary to us!

Vid did his semen analysis yesterday so hopefully that checks out ok. Of course they did such a super crappy job plowing the roads that he nearly skidded into a phone pole on the way to the hospital to drop off his sample. I can only imagine him trying to explain to a police officer while filing a report that he needs to get his sperm cup to the urologist in 1 hour or less!

1 comment:

ADSchill said...

Oh my god, I am picturing one of our husbands stuttering to the policeman about Sperm and time-crunch. That would be priceless.