So after getting engaged and finding out that there might still be hope in conceiving, I go see my OB to see what's next for me. Well, he wants me to have a hysteroscopy with a possible D+C. That means surgery under anesthesia. OK, why not. He wants to insert a small scope to see for himself what the heck is going on in my uterus. Well, have at it, my uterus is all yours. I should point out that even though his mother is a nurse, as well as his fiance, Mike is very squeemish (no idea how to spell that). So at the end of May 07, I go in for my hysteroscopy. Mike of course came along with me. I forewarned my OB not to go into details with Mike, just to tell him if I'm ok or not or he might end up having to catch a 6'4" man passing out in the waiting room. So I go in to surgery, come out feeling fine, just a little crampy but go ahead and give me a couple of percocet, I could use the good buzz. The first thing Mike tells me is "dude, he showed me pictures". Hahaha poor guy had to see pictured of the inside of my uterus...totally grossed him out. My Dr. comes in and says that everything went well, my tubes look good, my uterus is retroverted (tilted back) but that's not a big deal, my uterine lining though was full of thick dead tissue which was not cancerous, but he removed it all and cleaned out my uterus. Now it's a beautiful empty uterus. He tells me to go ahead and start trying again in a couple of weeks and again, to wait and see.
Well, a few months go by (7 to be exact), we get married, and still nothing. Time to go see the good Dr. again. This time though, I want to do something more than wait and see. I'm not getting any younger and neither is my husband. We have to get crackin' on this baby making thing.
Part 5 to come later
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