The nurse practitioner, Tammy, was the one to do the procedure. She is super nice. My nurse, Sandy, was also in the room. Let me start by saying that the procedure itself was not bad. I think the worst part is always that darn freezing cold speculum and maybe the small cramp that I got from the catheter being inserted into me. I was thinking so positively that everything was going to be perfect until I heard: "Oh, Stephanie. It looks like you grew something." Yep. I have a freakin' polyp. You see the spot in the picture below? That is my uterus. It should be all black. Do you see the white (looks blue in this picture) squiggly? That is the polyp. According to Tammy it could happen when you are on a lot of hormones for a long time.
My nurse said that she questioned why the doctor had me coming in for a saline sonogram today, but she was glad that she did. Otherwise we would've gone through with the FET and either the embryos wouldn't implant or they would implant in another area and there would be less room for the baby to grow because of the polyp.
They don't go away on their own, so I have to have surgery to get rid of it. I am currently waiting on a phone call from the nurse that schedules the procedures to schedule a Hysteroscopy to have the polyp scraped out. This means that the December FET is out of the question. That makes me incredibly sad. I had to hold back my tears in front of Tammy and Sandy. It was so tough and I know that they could tell because they got sad looks on their faces. So, I decided to wear my Rosie socks tonight because I need something/someone to remind me that I am strong. :)
Yesterday Teresa @ Where the *Bleep* is Our Stork? wrote a blog post called My Infertility Has a Song about the song that she associates with her infertility (hence the name of the blog post). She asked her readers if we have a song for ours. I did not. Until today. The last two days on my lengthy trip to the clinic and back, I have been listening to the Christmas station. I usually refuse to listen to it until after Thanksgiving, but I have needed a little bit of happy music lately, so I decided to listen. On my way back from the clinic today, I heard Mr. Grinch. I immediately thought THIS IS MY SONG! Sine the FET was supposed to be 12/18, I was really hoping for a positive HPT on Christmas. Now that my BFP Christmas present has been stolen away, my song about my infertility is Mr. Grinch. He's a mean one. That's for sure.
And I leave you with a song about my infertility....