Just read the infertility part...
I went to see my gynecologist the other day. This was the follow-up appointment from my last visit, where he dispensed 3-months of birth control to get rid of the hyperplasia going on in my womb.
The doc, upon surface evaluation, says the hyperplasia looks like it has cleared out. He says we'll wait for the lab results to come back before making an absolute conclusion and then determine what the next steps are.
The experience of having a endometrial biopsy is like nothing I have ever felt. For some reason, this one was much more painful than the one that was done four months ago. And the pain lasted a good hour or two after the procedure.
Husband did not accompany me last time but wanted to be involved this time. So there we were, me undressing in the room to prep for the doctor. My gynecologist is a little Japanese man who has been my gyn since I started having sex. That's a good fifteen years. I tried a different doctor for a little bit but returned back to the Japanese man because he's so consistent.
Anyway, back to the story. I thought it was so funny being there with my husband. Husband is a glorious, muscle-bound mass of goodness. He's a large man. Then here come's the little Japanese gynecologist. I'm in the stirrups and the gyn is up my crotch. **giggles** So that was funny for a quick minute.
Boy, as soon as he started taking a sample of the endometrium (the lining in my uterus), I swear I could have snapped his head off his neck with my knees. It was so painful. I can't even describe the pain. I wanted to cry but that little examination room was cramped with me, the gyn between my legs, the nurse, and my husband. No room for tears. I just grinned through it and took deep breaths. It didn't help.
I made it through and I'm one step closer to being a mommy.