Since this cycle was lost anyway, I decided to get another HSG to just make sure everything looks good in there. It was a little bit of a mess scheduling, but it worked out that I took this morning off and drove down to south Denver to have it today, CD8. The test went swimmingly, and the dye spilled out both Fallopian tubes almost immediately. There did not appear to be any fibroids or anything out of the ordinary in my uterus. I didn’t anticipate any problems, but I wanted the added certainty that everything is functioning normally, since I didn’t get success in two seemingly-perfect cycles. The HSG itself was uncomfortable, but nothing like natural childbirth, so I just breathed through it. I’ve had slight cramping the rest of the day. One other note, the radiologist commented that he was not surprised I had success after my last HSG, meaning he knows they can help. That made me happy.
The donor search continues. I’m still considering one of the previous donors that I looked at, but I eliminated the cute skin allergy guy who looks so much like our daughter. There are two new contenders. One is adorable, healthy and young, but doesn’t exactly have the most impressive intellect or education. Granted, he’s 19 at the time of the donation, but he’s not like some donors that blow you away with their minds. The other new contender is interesting in that he donated 10 years ago. He has 10 diblings on the donor registry, mostly born between 2009 and 2011. That would make our kid 8-10 years younger than his/her donor siblings. This donor looks great on paper – smart, handsome, athletic, kind. The only problem is there is only one baby photo available, and it’s from a distance. I’m considering paying $99 to join the sibling registry to see what I can learn from the existing recipients. I would be candid about my role/exploration with them.
How irresponsible would it be to just randomly pick one of the leaders? They all seem to have pros and cons, which is true of any human.
In parenting news, I ordered a slew of summer clothes. Perhaps a bit premature, but I like ordering kids clothes. She does not love the feeling of sandals between her toes, but hopefully after she runs through a sprinkler, she’ll change her mind.