They Call the Wind Mariah

July 26, 2005 : 5:17 p.m.
Down Under, and I Don't Mean Australia

Well, the Week from Hell is finally over. It didn't get worse, but it didn't get much better either - until the end of the week. Another warning that this is yet another (long) post about women's reproductive organs, although much less bloody!

Ok, so as I mentioned in THAT entry, we have decided to yet again try to have a second child. I promised to expound on that, so here we go:

Almost exactly a year ago, in August, I wrote about the end of our trying for another child. We had come to a point where it had been 4 long years and we were emotionally exhausted, not to mention we had no insurance coverage for infertility (Nor were we rich. If you have looked into fertility procedures at all, you know what I am talking about!). So, with much sadness but also relief, we decided to move on with our lives. Honestly, we really weren't given a choice in the matter. There was very little chance of us getting pregnant on our own, and we couldn't move forward without insurance coverage.

Cut to this January...with my husband's new job came a new insurance policy. A GREAT policy, at that...great benefits. Low and behold, they even cover infertility treatments (up to & including IUI - which is where they take the man's boys and insert them via catheter into the woman's uterus). This was like a great gift that we had been handed, and we saw it as a sign that we had to try at least one more time. We decided to wait until June to start trying again, and then to give ourselves at least a year to get pregnant. So basically, that is where we are right now.

In June, I met our new WONDERFUL reproductive specialist and we now have a plan of action, and an official diagnosis (PCOS, I will explain that one another time, or you can click here to read about it). He had to induce the Week of Hell, and this month I am on birth control pills to regulate my cycle. This is what they call our suppressed cycle I believe, getting all the testing, etc. taken care of before the first monitored, assisted cycle.

Friday I was scheduled to have one such test, an HSG (hysterosalpingogram {I bet that helps, doesn't it?})done. Basically, that is a procedure where they insert a dye into your uterus, hoping to see it flow nicely into your fallopian tubes and then "spilling" out of said tubes. I was nervous going in, hearing all sorts of horror stories about how painful it was. I threw up, which is just not like me at all. I really was worried for nothing, it wasn't that bad. Well, the actual TEST wasn't that bad...the results? Well. The dye went into my uterus nicely, just as planned. And then...nothing. It stopped cold, no flowing...no spilling. Because it didn't even leave my uterus at ALL, my doctor is assuming I have blockages at the openings to my tubes. So, this Friday, I get to have laparoscopic surgery to find and (hopefully) conquer that little (big) problem. This will be the first time since delivering my daughter via c-section that I will be put under, and undergo surgery. I'm a little anxious, and I am really hoping I wake up with my uterus fixed, and not completely GONE. I know I am focusing on something that isn't likely to happen, but put yourself in my place! Things go through your mind. But I'm sure it'll go fine. I'll keep you posted (as long as I actually wake up...).

LOL! That was supposed to be funny!

Anyway, if all goes well, our first IUI could be as early as late August, and if that is the case our doctor is optimistic that we could be pregnant by the end of the year! So you know, keep all your body parts crossed (for me?? Please??) that everything will come out fine and my uterus (and her tubeage) will come out of the surgery as clean as a whistle and blockage free!