Today I had to have two procedures done, one of which had previously been done at Vassar Brothers Medical Center. Today's procedures were an echo sonohysterogram, and a catheter sonohysterogram. The second procedure involved inserting a catheter into my uterus, pumping some fluid into it, and then looking around.
(If you're REALLY interested in ole lady medical stuff, go Google them!)
What I found really funny was that, to begin, I was given a regular sonogram, the kind pregnant women are given at every visit, and after that, I was asked to provide a urine sample for a pregnancy test.
Yep...you heard me right! A pregnancy test! You could have knocked me over with a feather!!! When I laughed and asked why, I was told it's part of the procedure. I guess they have to be careful, even with supposedly post- (VERY POST-) menopausal women like me, on the off-chance that there might be a lil bambina snuggling up in my womb. They wouldn't want to pass ANY objects through my cervix, or insert any foreign bodies into my womb, unless they were taking an amniotic sample (which I wouldn't have let them do, anyway. I didn't with my last child, when I was 42.)
Still, a pregnancy test! I laughed for a while. And then chuckled some more. And then breathed a silent sigh of relief when the little monitor showed one line, like the one above!
Because I hate to say it, but if, by some weird and totally odd "miracle", I became pregnant after all my eggs have been used up (three years now) -- that's what menopause is, we run out of eggs! -- I would NOT have been a happy camper. At ALL!
Thank God for small mercies! 