Our baby-making trials continue... Shortly after I wrote my last infertility-related post, we were all sitting around chatting after dinner at my good friends Rachel and Justin's house. In addition to being a concerned friend, Justin is also an osteopath and a family practice MD, and he started quizzing me about my test results from our fertility doctor. I told him about my unexplained tubal blockage—no previous infections, STDs or endometriosis—and he perked up.
Him: Have you ever had a head injury?
Me: Yeah, a couple concussions. What does that have to do with anything?
Him: Have you ever had any one look at your pelvis alignment?
Me: Well, not really. What does that have to do with fallopian tubes and head injuries?
This led him to get out his handy-dandy skeleton and show me how your skull is connected to your spine is connected to your sacrum is connected to your pelvis. He went on to explain that it's possible that if my pelvis was twisted, the ligaments that connect my hips to my sacrum, on which my fallopian tubes rest, could be all mangled and kinking my tubes. Following me? After grilling me about my head injuries (turns out that both times I was knocked out, I was hit in the same spot on the right side of my head) and that time I fractured my tail bone riding my boyfriend's bike, he went to work on me for over an hour.
Turns out, I was totally out of whack. Like really messed up. Fortunately for me, and much to Justin's satisfaction, I am young and healthy and relatively fit, and all my parts popped back into place quite successfully. He has since checked me a few times and concluded that his work seems to be holding. Oh, and that he can't feel any adhesions in my pelvic-fallopian-ovary region anymore. Yippee!
I'd get the dye test again if it didn't cost 800 bucks. But honestly, I'm feeling pretty confident that my tubes are running free and clear now. On top of just feeling different down there (in ways that might be too much information for the internet), my cycles have also spontaneously regulated for the first time in my life. I was sure that I had been getting my period a week early for the past few cycles until I finally sat down and looked back through my iCal records. Holy smokes, they've been coming on every fourth Sunday for the past three months! That's 28 days. I was stunned when my google search for "average length of menstrual cycle" produced that exact number. I've been more of a 35/32/38 day girl my entire life. It feels so good to be average, let me tell you.
And on the other side of the equation, I recently realized that we totally messed up Matt's sperm count test. The directions: not something you want to overlook when you're paying $130 for a test and trying to ejaculate into a very small container on demand. But overlook them we did.
So at the moment , I'm feeling like our situation isn't so dire. In fact, I'm sitting here typing away with two boxes of ovulation predictor tests on my desk. It's such a struggle for me to go into that head space again—the clinical/planning/temperature taking aspect of "trying" to get pregnant. I don't want to get all stressed out about it. On the other hand, I do want to know when the time is prime...
Realistically, I know that our work life is totally insane right now and Matt will most likely be away on business for much of the spring, but I'm feeling really hopeful for the future, how ever far away that may be.