Baby Steps: We're in it together

A round of blood tests showed my hormone levels were on par. One small victory! (I think I’ll be relishing these for awhile.)

Next up – a test called an HSG. The idea is to get a look at what’s ‘under the hood.’ They use some ink and an x-ray to see how I’m built. I don’t claim to be a doctor of any type … nor do I have much medical knowledge past what I gather on the web … so I’ll leave it at that!

The test itself was not something I’d ever describe as pleasant – or even mundane for that matter. I left the office sipping lemon-lime soda to ease my stomach (the cramping was so bad it made me nauseas). And the kicker – one of my tubes was blocked.

This piece of information wasn’t nearly the slap in the face I felt when I saw my husband’s first results. I think it was a combination of factors that made this a smaller blow: it was my own body, it was not as extreme (I clung to the positive news that I did have one good tube!), and I already had some time to chew on the fact that starting our family wasn’t going to be a smooth ride.

Part of me thinks this actually makes our situation a little easier to digest. There’s no finger pointing or feeling inadequate – we are both contributing factors to this life complication.

And so my husband proceeds with caution to a specialist for further evaluation…