On September 17, 2010, (3.5 weeks after that phone call at work), we went back to my OB/GYN to get our results. I even took my beautiful temp charts with me to turn in to her. My Doc started off with stating that my husband's sample had come back, again, with zero sperm and so she was sending him to a male fertility specialist out of town. I had been hoping it was some sort of accident, but apparently it was not.
Then my Doc turned to me and my temp charts for the last several months. She concluded that I had not ovulated 2 of the 3 months, and the 3rd was "iffy." Then she filed them away. All that hard work just shoved in a folder. She pulled out my bloodwork results and stated that my hormones and insulin were messed up causing a cyst to develop each month instead of an egg. That's not helpful. This was also contributing to the weight gain I had experienced. That's also not helpful. My husband chimed in and informed my Doc that I exercised and ate very healthy. God bless him. He knew that I was very frustrated with the situation. My Doc suggested putting me on a drug called Metformin for PCOS. She stated that I needed to work my way up to taking 3 pills per day, if I could. She said that this medicine was generally prescribed for patients with diabetes but made it very clear that I am not diabetic - that my body is just confused and acting like it. She was going to make an appointment for me to see a different fertility specialist out of town, as well. I wonder how many years it'll take to get in there. I mentioned that I was disappointed that my prior doctors had only prescribed birth control pills for me to mask the symptoms instead of finding out the cause for my problems. She stated that I shouldn't be too upset with them because that would have been the treatment anyhow, as long as I wasn't trying to have a baby. Fair enough.
So that was it - meds for me and specialist appointments for the both of us. More waiting...you can probably guess that I was joyful about that....and yes, that should be in sarcasm font. The positive outcome? I no longer had to get up at 6am to take my temperature!