Poison Oak trumps infertility?

We went hiking on a local trail this weekend where, unbeknownst to me, poison oak flourishes. While my husband walked the same trail, I'm the one that has ugly red rashes on my legs that don't exactly itch like crazy but it's more like a low level itch that feels like Chinese water torture. Not that that's happened to me but I'm guessing. This has kept my mind off infertility to some degree. Just keeping it together at work is a challenge that I'm sometime failing.

After deliberating for several days, I've decided to go through with my appointment at the Culture of Family Life Services. I've been doing a lot of concentrated research using various sources including dozens of Catholic women blogs who talk about their infertility experiences. I can't thank them enough for giving so much detail that helps other women determine what could be going wrong for me.

I'll blog about my appointment when I get home on Friday or this weekend. I'm very encouraged to do the right kind of testing to figure out what's wrong and take charge of this painful experience and turn it around into something worthwhile. I'm hopeful.