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No, for the thirty third time, I am not pregnant.

Well, everything is all over. The HSG was pretty darn crappy but not as awful as I expected. I did almost faint afterwards though; theres just something about being injected with dye that makes me a little woozy. At least I didn't yak though.

The results: the tubes are both open, as we had suspected. On one hand, I'm glad we did the test just to rule out all things but on the other hand, I don't see why it was necessary at this point. We had no reason to believe the tubes were blocked and since I had been pregnant before, isnt that pretty good evidence they (or at least one) are open? Well, that is probably pretty good evidence that I'm fertile and thats not the case, so maybe I'll just shut up now.

But, on to the part that really frosts me: I had three conversations this week--two with the radiology people who did the HSG and one with the bloodlab people who drew my bloodwork. All three were about word for word the same. Something like this:

Me: Hi, I'm here for ___. Here is my lab slip. (shows labslip with says name of fertility clinic at top--and yes, it actually says ...... FERTILITY CLINIC)

Them: okie dokie--we'll need you to sign these papers.

Me: ok. (I go and sit down and begin filling them out. Get to second page where I have to mark the "not pregnant" box. Sigh... this sure is fun.)

(I take the papers back up to the counter person)

Them: Are you absolutely *sure* you're not pregnant. Would you like to take a pregnancy test just to be sure.

Me: yes, I'm sure. I'm here for fertility treatment. (not that I don't have my own little obsession for peeing on sticks. but, come on, at the doctors office you don't even get to do it yourself--where's the fun in that?)

Them: oh. ok.

Repeat three times.

I hate this conversation. Yes, I am sure I'm not pregnant. If I were, I certainly wouldn't be here, you nimrod. Why don't you look at the top of the labslip and see where its from before you ask inane questions.

erg...people.

We also went to injection class on thursday. It was no big deal at all--I'm not scheduled for any intramuscular drugs as of yet so I only had to deal with the little tiny needle. It wasn't bad at all although she did instill a good amount of fear in us about injecting ourselves with air and giving ourselves an air embolism.

Anyway, so I have completed all of my presreening except for an updated pap. I have that on the seventh--the friday before my follow up with the Doc. The only hurdle yet to jump is getting the insurance straightened out--the clinic has to have a statement from them before we can begin treatment and apparently I have really slow insurance, so it might not be there before my follow up. I will probably have to have my period induced though, so maybe they will go ahead and do that so we are ready when the insurance statement arrives.

Why do they even need an insurance statement? My insurance doesn't really cover much of the treatment (although I am happy it covers what it does--prescreening and drugs) so whats the big deal?

The past few days have been a wash as far as doing anything else since I've been wiped out from either the HSG or the bloodwork (someone who does not ever eat refined sugar drinking liquid sugar...) but I have gotten a lot of knitting done. I finished a pair of stripy (self patterning) socks and am onto the second of a pair of KPPPM socks. lovely...lovely

Hubbie took me to the yarn garden in annapolis yesterday after the bloodwork was over. I found some lovely manos to make a hat (color 113) as well as a few other goodies including my umpteenth sheepy tape measure. The latest one died in a tragic accident involving a bloodthirsty schnoodle. Oh--and I ordered some lorna's laces sock yarn and a jordana paige knitters purse (i've been lusting after one for a long long time now...I figured there's nothing like nasty medical proceedures to convince yourself to indulge in something.)

Will post pictures soon (its still dark out here so I can't get any good ones now (nor do I want to wake my sleep husband by taking pictures of yarn...thats a little too odd. ))