A while back, I posted a whole list of things I haven’t yet done on this journey, things I would guess many women do before ever being diagnosed with infertility. Not all of them good things. Over the last 24 hours, I have lost my infertility virginity.
Last night, I took my first pregnancy test. No big surprise, it was negative. For a first, the whole thing was very anti-climactic. The only reason I took it was because I was required to before getting the hysterosalpingogram (HSG) today.
And here, I have to say, thank you ladies for helping to ease my mind before this particular procedure! I was fully prepared for what I was walking into. I had my Wonder Woman socks. I popped a couple of ibuprofen about an hour before the appointment. I knew all the steps and expected the cramping that came with it. All in all, it wasn’t bad, and the good news is, both tubes are clear. Yay! I even got a cd with the results that I am to pass on to Dr. C. Which Hubby immediately wanted to pop into the computer so he could see it, too.
Speaking of Dr. C, his office called yesterday to reschedule my appointment that was to take place this Friday. I’m now scheduled to see him next Thursday, which is fine, except that Hubby can’t go with me on a Thursday. And I keep having to call families to reschedule visits because his office keeps jacking up my schedule.
But I’ll get over it.
The weird thing is, before the HSG, I kept getting asked, “How long have you been trying?” Not an easy question to answer. We still haven’t officially started trying. Knowing all along we had literally nothing to work with, we’ve never actually tried to get pregnant. Which I tried to explain, saying that I was having this done just to make sure there wasn’t an issue with me, too.
To which one of the techs responded with some snarky comment like, “Finally, it’s the guy’s problem.”
I get that they’re only seeing one side of this. They get all the women coming in for an HSG, either because they’re already experiencing infertility, or to rule out a problem. But statistically (and this is not my expertise) something like 1/3 of all couples who experience infertility have a male factor problem. It’s not a “women’s” problem. Infertility is a medical condition that, in most cases, affects a couple trying to conceive. I can’t tell you how angry it makes me that people always assume that because we don’t have children yet, there must be something wrong with me. At this point, I’m not 100% sure that there isn’t something wrong with me, but the problem we know about is with my husband. It happens to guys, too, people!
End of rant.
Now I feel better.