Polycystic ovarian syndrome. Which is what I initially suspected to start with.
I have to go back next week for an ultrasound to confirm the diagnosis/determine the extent of the damage, and to discuss my treatment options... which essentially boil down to "do you want to have children?" (metaformin) or "do you want to regulate your cycle?" (birth control.)
Iiiiiiiiiiiii think we all know where this is headed.
I also wound up with appointments for a dietician and a psychoanalyst. Yay, go me. I've officially see, or am going to see, more doctors this month than I have over the course of my entire life so far.