First and foremost: the HSG that I was so nervous about went really well. When I say "really well" I mean "did not hurt like a mofo" and also "had a good result." I do think these two are related; I've had 3 HSGs in my life. Two of them were mildly uncomfortable, and deemed normal. One was excruciating and most definitely abnormal. It makes sense; stretching scar tissue is a lot more hurty than stretching a healthy uterus.
Anyway, the doctor said it was the best post-Asherman's HSG he'd seen, which made me feel a bit better about being so OCD about seeing a specialist, avoiding D&C, etc. Here's hoping it's a good sign!
The minor annoyance, on which I will of course expend a lot more text:
I went to have my teeth cleaned yesterday. I walked in and got my least-favorite hygienist, the one who seems to blame me for having a small mouth. As soon as she saw me she said "oh, are you pregnant?"
Me: ...no
Inappropriate Hygienist: Oh!
Me (coldly): I just carry all my fat on my abdomen.
IH: Oh, so do I, blah blah blah so hard to lose blah blah blah crunches blah blah.
Me: You know, that's really not a good question to ask.
IH: I thought it was going to be a happy thing!
Me: I've had two miscarriages recently. I'd rather not hear that.
IH: Ohh... sorry. how are you doing? With all that.
Me (arctic): Fine.
IH: Do you have any kids?
Me: I have one, he's four.
IH: Well then, you're blessed.
Me: Yes.
IH: But you still want more?
Me (desperately): Can we please just not have this conversation?
IH: Oh.
IH leaves the room to get some supplies, comes back a few minutes later and asks about summer vacation plans. I spend the rest of the visit trying to pretend that she doesn't exist, which is pretty difficult considering that she's poking me with a sharp piece of metal.
The thing is, I do carry weight around my tummy. I have a Pooh-bear belly, and always have even at my thinnest. I mean, right now I'm less than 10 lbs over the NIH-sanctioned "healthy" weight, and I still have a gut. I ain't ashamed but I also don't find it particularly aesthetically pleasing, so I usually wear loose tops. This of course leads directly to pregnancy assumptions, because any woman wearing a loose top is probably pregnant, or at least would be pleased to discuss her reproductive status with complete strangers.
It's just one of life's little jokes that polycystic ovaries lead to both central obesity and difficulty achieving and maintaining pregnancy.
As the kids say on the internet, smh.
There needs to be a memo and it needs to be sent out widely. Then when we give people the side eye and say "I guess you missed the memo" we can follow it up with "No really what's your e-mail address we need to get you the memo."
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DeleteSo glad that the HSG wasn't too awful and that all systems are go for the FET.
ReplyDeleteAnd the hygienist--yikes! I sometimes wonder how certain people end up in jobs that require contact with the public. It seems like this lady would be much better off if she were cleaning the teeth of chimpanzees or turtles or something.