I finally got my yearly exam with the new doctor. I really liked her; she actually listened to me and treated me with respect. Got the exam part over quickly with a minimum of discomfort.
We discussed the PCOS and she put me back on my normal dose of Metformin and Birth Control Pills to help keep hormone levels in balance. She also put me in for a quick ultrasound to check for cysts and to see how bad the bicornuate uterus was, since the old doctor's office never noted the severity of the septum. Turns out that it is SEVERE. As she put it, I was lucky to make it to 34 weeks in pregnancy with Monkey Child, especially with having been admitted once with contractions at 26 weeks from the stomach flu.
While there is surgery to correct the bicornuate, it is not a common surgery; it turns out that it causes more problems than solutions in regards to fertility. Having one more child is technically an option, but it would require strict bed rest (until the lungs are developed enough for survival out of the womb), which is NOT an option at all at any time, even down the line when Monkey Child is in school. Super Gammy is not reliable for help, as she recently proved by not coming home from Philly as asked by her husband when our latest crisis with the car and oven occurred (and forgetting that she was supposed to babysit today...).
I've talked it over with the Bald Man, and he finally agreed that Monkey Child is going to be our only. While it does make me sad, I'm also relieved that I don't have to deal with the stresses that come with a high risk pregnancy again. I would have liked to have had another baby, but when the risks to my health and the health of an unborn child are as high as they are, I don't think it's the smart move.