I am just back from the hospital where I actually got to see the elusive Dr. Willetts as opposed to one of his simpering female minions. I wept almost immediately (I just imagined my budgie dead on the bottom of his cage and covered in shit) and asked for an HSG. He said, 'I will do whatever you want'. I tried hard not to blurt out 'can you lick me out right here, doctor?' (he was devilishly handsome - a real silver fox in cashmere). He offered me the laparoscopy & hysteroscopy, which I now realise is the lap & dye. He also asked if i agreed to an endometrial 'scratch' which, in studies, has been proved to result in more pregnancies (it aids implantation). Of course I said yes. I am over the moon. I know they probably won't find owt wrong but, as he put it, at least I will know where I stand when I go for IUI. He told me what I already knew; that IUI does not have sparkling success rates - especially for women my age whose problem probably lies with egg quality. He agreed it's worth a shot when we can't afford IVF (which has a low success rate, too, at my age unless we used donor eggs).
So, the lap & dye is booked for 19th Feb and he told me he will refer me to CARE in Manchester straight after for IUI. He actually said that he believes I will get pregnant naturally, but that my egg quality coupled with Michael's less-than-brilliant sperm means it could take 'goodness knows how long'. In terms of sympathy, attentiveness and willingness to do anything I fancied it was a resounding success.
As I was leaving he drew me to his lap, sat me down on his stiff member, cupped my quivering breast and whispered, 'can I give you a baby, you gorgeous, filthy whore?'.....and then I woke up on the bus 