Today's HSG seemed to be easier than last week's SHG and I'm ever so thankful. I arrived at my appointment a little early. The waiting room for the Radiology Department was really nice. It looked like they had remodeled it recently. New furniture and artwork, there were even a few small vases with fresh cut flowers (like from one of the receptionist's gardens at home) placed throughout the room. All of these aesthetics really helped me to relax and wait for my appointment. There was a tv in the room playing the Regis and Kelly show. I was actually enjoying a chance to watch tv without any interruptions.
A nurse came out and walked me to the Radiology Room. I was given a gown to change into. Luckily it was ok for me to keep my bra and shirt on underneath. That made me feel more comfortable. After changing into my gown I was asked to lay down on the table/bed with the x-ray machine attached. When I first laid down I was really nervous because the x-ray disc (from where the rays would be coming from) was right above my head. I began thinking of my dad who had radiation treatment for a brain tumor. Thinking about him made me decide to just get through whatever had to be done.
There were two nurses in the room. One of them seemed very new to her job. She came over to ask me questions for paperwork. I could tell that she wasn't used to asking strangers such personal questions, as she seemed very uncomfortable. She first asked me how many times I've been pregnant. Then, how many miscarriages I've had? What cycle day was I on? Then her voice lowered so much I almost couldn't hear her and she asked, "Have you had any abortions?" I almost started to laugh because it reminded me of that scene from St. Elmo's Fire when that woman kept whispering about "bad" things at the dinner table. Am I dating myself by bringing up that movie? Anyhow, I answered in a whisper, "No." She seemed very relieved and kind of ran away after my answer.
After the questions the tech began moving the disc so it lay over my stomach area. The doctor came, introduced himself and explained everything. He used the speculum (I learned that word now) and began applying a lot of iodine. Then he placed the catheter and warned me that it would start to get a little uncomfortable. The cramping began pretty quickly but it never got to the same intensity as the cramping I had with the SHG. I was more uncomfortable anticipating more pain that never happened. After some breathing and some pictures the doctor asked me to roll to the right, reminding me not to roll off the table (DUH!). Then to the left. Then to the right and kind of lift my hips up. THAT was interesting. I can imagine what a picture I must have made at that point, but let's face it, there really is no more dignity left at this point now is there?
After my last hip lift I was all done. Not so bad. If I were to rate the cramping between the two procedures I would say that today was equivalent to when I was about 3 cm dilated when laboring with Emily. Last week the cramping felt like when I was 5 cm dilated. I was so sure that today would be so much worse. Guess you just can't predict things like that.
I do have to say that my sense of modesty is seriously compromised. So many people have seen my private parts this past week. I'm traumatized, really. Jeremy suggested the next time I have a doctor examining me to say, "Get out of my honey pot Pooh Bear!" I wonder what kind of reaction that will evoke?