Testing, testing... 1, 2, 3.

Thursday the 18th of December I went in for my doctor's appointment at Valley OBGYN. We met with doctor Jones and discussed where we were at in the process and made him aware of our failed attempt at getting the HSG test done. He was confused and decided it was best to do an exam and take a look at things. When he did that he said that it all looked good and normal and that he wanted me to schedule an HSG... for that day! So I called into work and got the rest of the day off and that afternoon went to the hospital for the test. This time I was prepared. I knew what was going to happen and wasn't near as nervous. I felt pretty excited actually to finally get SOMETHING accomplished. I feel like ever since my surgery we have been at somewhat of a standstill. So here went nothing. I went in and had that same nurse and radiologist as last time so it was easy. We got all set up andddddd it about killed me when they went to insert the tube to inject the dye. I screamed and began crying like a big baby. I was so mad at myself! I told them I was fine and to try again and so they did and AGAIN. What in the world. The radiologist stepped out again and called my doctor and they talked and when he came back in he said that Dr. Jones had a few options for me and would be able to explain them to me tonight. He said that Dr. Jones was in clinical and would be able to call me after he got off work. I was so mad. I was frustrated and felt dumb and weak and disappointed. So I went home and rested and cried and then when Dr. Jones called he made me feel a little better. He talked about possible doing the HSG with him in the procedure room so that he could apply a local anesthetic and see if that helped with the pain. I just told him that I had been through that pain twice and couldn't see myself going back in a THIRD time and conquering it. I was petrified of trying again because of how bad it hurt and asked if there was anything else we could try. So he suggested a hysteroscopy. He said I would come into the office, they would put me under and just insert a small tube with a light and camera on the end up into my uterus. He would look around and take some pictures and make sure that there wasn't a uterine septum or any other factors preventing me from getting prgnant and carrying to full term! So I agreed to that procedure and the doctor siad that we only had a couple of days before it would be time for Mason and I to try to get pregnant again. Dr Jones said he would call his surgery scheduler and that she would contact me the next day to let me know if I could get in before the following Tuesday. Sure enough, she called and we got it scheduled and Monday night at 4:15 PM I went in to get the procedure done. I was scared of course because I didn't really know what to expect, but Dr. Jones was really nice and helped ease my crazy nerves. Mason came with me and got me all set up. We talked to Dr. Jones about all of the different things he would look at and asked a ton of questions. He decided to also take a small biopsy of my cervix to make sure there was no infection or anything wrong there. So into the procedure room I went and the last thing I remember was talking to the anesthesiologist about was soap. He had handed me a small homemade bar from him and his wife. When I woke up they wheeled me into the room where Mason was waiting I remember he kept telling me that we would talk about the results later when I was more awake and could talk a little bit better, but I kept insisting that he tell me what they found. He told me that everything looked good and nothing was wrong and I kept calling him a liar. Oh boy... me on drugs. When Dr. Jones came in to talk to us the first thing I asked was if Mason was lying and the doctor laughed and told me that no he was not lying and that everything really did go perfectly and that there was absolutely nothing wrong or abnormal in my uterus. The last thing I remember was the doctor telling me that I just needed to relax and try again without worrying. He said he had a good feeling about this month. Mason dragged my little drugged self home and I passed out for the rest of the night. We are still waiting for results from the cervical biopsy and should receive those sometime next week. I would be lying if I said I wasn't frustrated that I didn't get any additional information or find something that could be easily cured so that our worries of more miscarriages would be eliminated. Because I was. I was sad and frustrated. But when it comes down to it I am happy that there was nothing that would prevent us from ever getting pregnant. Nothing life changing was found but we definitely feel more at peace and can rest easy knowing I am healthy! I still have hope and am going to stay positive! As for next steps... TRY AGAIN! Hope you all had a beautiful Christmas.