Hysterosalpingogram

I researched the HSG process and found out that the dye that the Docter's inject into the uterine cavity (before the imaging is done) can possibly injure the kidneys. Well since I only have one kidney it made me a bit cautious. I had to go to the lab and have some blood taken to make sure that my one kidney was healthy enough to handle the dye. A couple days later my Doctor called and informed me that my kidney was good to go. By this time the HSG appointment was coming up. In no way was I excited for this procedure, one, because I had been in and out of the Doctor's office more times in the last six months than I had in my whole life, and two because I had read that getting an Hysterosalpingogram can be quite painful. My husband went with me to the appointment (as he did with all of my other appointments), which helped calm by nerves a bit. As I lay down on the cold hospital bed and hiked my legs up in to the metal stirrups, my stomach started to get pretty queezy. The Doctor told me what he was going to do, although I had already researched the info on the web. He said, "I'm going to be inserting a small balloon into your uterine cavity, I will inflate the balloon when it is in the right position, inject the dye, and then we will begin to take some pictures." Expecting the pain helped me a little, but the balloon didn't work the first time, so he had to do it again. This process was excruciating. I laid there, flat on my back, staring at this huge buzzing machine, watching the Doctors do their job, while wearing protective clothing, because of the radiation that the machine emits. When they were finished taking pictures I was able to see the images right away. Although I pretty much knew what he was going to say I wasn't prepared at all. They let my husband come in to the room, Jake held my hand, and we listened to what the Doctor had to say.He told me that the images show that I have one fallopian tube, and pretty much half of a uterus (a unicornuate uterus). It was all I could do to keep myself from bursting out in tears in front of everyone. When everything was said, I stood up grabbed my clothes and went in to the bathroom to change. I sat there and cried. I thought to myself , "WHY?" The ride back home was pretty somber, I cried, and my husband tried to cheer me up. I had looked up all of the possible pregnancy complications that can come from having a unicornuate uterus, and I was not ready to deal with the imaginable heartbreak.