Since I was fairly new to the city (and I finally had health care), I searched for a new OB/GYN to discuss my lack of menses. She diagnosed me with PCOS and recommended that I see a Reproductive Endocrinologist to try and regulate my cycles since birth control-the regulatory stand by- really didn't interest me any longer. Keep in mind that Kev and I still hadn't come to an agreement about trying to conceive; I was just really concerned for our future fertility, and knew that something needed to be done. The RE put me on 2000mg of Metformin - a drug that is used to regulate insulin in diabetic patients - and told us that all it would take would be dinner and a movie and I would magically become pregnant. The only thing that happened was that I became extremely emotional, couldn't tolerate sugar in any form, and had chronic diarrhea. No periods, no weight loss, and no pregnancy despite our best efforts. By this time, Kevin was starting to come around. He agreed that we should keep trying, but that maybe we should use alternative therapies because he hated to see me in pain from the Metformin. The RE we had been seeing (the one who believes in movie magic) obviously wasn't serious about helping us get pregnant, so we took matters into our own hands.
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