Wait! Wait! I am NOT ready for this! For those of you who don't know, an "endo", or endometrial scratch test, is one where the doctor slides a loooooooong catheter like tube with a narrow and ridged edge at the end through the vagina and into the very back of the uterus. He does this while your bladder is full, your butt feels like its hanging off the freaking table (a la Pap Smear visit) and there's already a speculum and ultrasound wand in there. Once he gets so far back there you feel like it just may come out of your nose, he "scratches" the back upper wall of your uterus in hopes of puncturing your endometrium (lining) to get to your uterine wall. Yeah, scratches.... that's what I said. The purpose is supposed to be that your body sends blood cells to the site to build up what has been scratched away. The back of the uterus is where implantation occurs, so after this kind of trauma, the body should create one hell of a pillowy spot for the embies to get settled.
While the hubs held my hand and whispered to control my homicidal feelings because it was almost over, all I could think was "Son of a B*TCH, this sh*t HURTS!!!!!!!!" Now, I can be a trouper! I watched my RE shove a surprise catheter into my hoo ha at my last transfer with no numbing agent at all, and he lived to tell about it. But this? It took me about 15 minutes to pull myself together once it was over. I thought for sure I was going to walk out of the office and my uterus was going to fall out before I made it to the elevator. I had meetings scheduled all day, so I had no choice but to head to work. Three Advil and an Alieve later, I made it. She-Ra!