Hycosy

Well that was one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life.

Yesterday I went for my Hycosy procedure. I’m not going to lie, I was scared. I had been told it would hurt and I knew they were not administering a local so no part of me was looking forward to this. In saying that I knew it had to be done so that we could find out about the hydrosalpingx and then next week go and see the specialist and see what to do about it. I had basically already surrendered myself to waiting quite a few more months to start IVF and honestly I was not in a great place mentally.

Over the past 6 months or so there has been much in my life that has felt like an uphill battle. Stuff with the house, with my fertility, with my weight issues and the eating issues that surround that, family stuff, my uncle passing away,  stuff with Hubby’s work and whilst I love my job I have been starting to experience a little burnout. I am just really tired guys and this hydrosalpingx felt like another kick in the face. My positive Polly attitude was struggling big time.

I took Hubby along because a) I was scared and b) I wasn’t allowed to drive afterwards.

So I get on the bed, they levitate me so high I feel like this

She tells me I may get some slight discomfit, but to remember it will soon pass. Turns out “discomfort” translates to severe abdominal stabby, crampy pain, but you have to hold still. It does pass after a minute or so and I think Okay, cool, I did it. Nice job.

Then she started sending in the water and I just got wave after wave of this ongoing pain.

It was awful. Did. Not. Like! I managed to not make a sound, but I had a couple of tears going and man did I feel nauseous too. Apparently the pain was being caused because the amount of water they had to put in expanded my uterus to the size it would be if I were 8 weeks pregnant. Awesome.

After awhile the pain calmed down a little and they started looking at all my stuff. The tech said that everything looked nice and clear and the doctor said, “what about the hydrosalpingx?” The tech replied that she couldn’t find one. The doc took over and found it, but it turns out that it is not a hydrosalpingx, but rather a small tubular cyst.

Yup, no hydrosalpingx!

Happy tears and goodness and making hills alive with music and whatnot!

The sheer relief I felt at hearing this news was huge! I hadn’t realised how much dread I felt at having to “fix” something else.

It also means that our appointment next Monday with the specialist will be for a much different (and happier) purpose 🙂

Happy trails to all.

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