Sparko, I love my GP. He turns away from his desk and wheels himself right over to where you're sat and stares directly into your eyes when you are speaking. My sister has him, too, and she weeps all over him when she discusses her marital problems/depression. He seems determined to take every single issue you raise seriously.
I don't understand the medical professionals' aversion to us charting our temps. The scientific fact is that every woman has a fertile widow, no? Surely, then, it stands to reason that there is such a thing as well-timed intercourse. How are we supposed to practice that if we don't use opks and/or charts and/or cm observations?
When my GP looked aghast when I said we don't have sex in the 2ww (for exhaustion/fed-up and bored-of-sex reasons) I said: "Look, my husband is not twenty-two. He is 45 with sciatica and an erectile dysfunction problem. I am 43 with a diminished ovarian reserve and shit eggs. We are seriously running out of time. We have been ttc for over three years and we have both been psychologically damaged by it. I will not demand sex from my husband all the way through my cycle, three times a week, when I have demanded so much from him in my fertile window. You might argue I have no scientific way of knowing exactly when that is, but I would argue that I do. Are you going to argue that the rise in temperatures on my chart are not due to the release of progesterone from the corpus luteum after ovulation has occurred?"
He looked afraid and said, "No, Kerry. I wouldn't argue with you about anything." He then threw himself off his chair, opened my legs, exposing my throbbing and engorged labia and lapped at my (knickerless, obvs) pussy like a man deranged by lust...
Disclaimer: I may have somewhat embellished the last bit.