I Load Sixteen Tons…

It began as an auspicious Thursday. I love my job, really, enough that I bolt lunch at my desk most days and work Saturday mornings. So today, as I parked my car, I felt…peaceful. The Pocket Part is practically ready to ship, the governor is due to sign the called session legislation we need for print, and soon the frenetic production schedule will be slackening. I gave a little sigh of contentment and reached behind the seat for my umbrella.
Hmm. That’s odd.
I dangled my torso into the backseat to look more thoroughly. No umbrella. I looked outside, where the rain was flinging itself dramatically against my windshield.
…Ten long, wet minutes later I entered the lobby elevator, the cuffs of my pants flapping damply against my ankles, my hair formed into cunning, sodden hanks. I exited on my floor and nearly ran into a cabal of pregnant women (well, at least three of them were pregnant) two of whom were wearing peasant skirts (truthfully, one was more of a peasant dress).
It has been downhill from there, unfortunately. Technical mishaps, fluctuating deadlines. If it’s not one thing, it’s a mother, pushing her newborn past the door of my office. I did, however, conjure up the courage to email a fancy RE about possible appointments–Which reminds me:

My upcoming lap consult is with an OBGYN who specializes in laparoscopic surgery—I figured she can run Day 3 tests as well as anyone else and chat with me about anovulation and such. And I sort of thought that an RE wouldn’t want to be bothered by me, as I am not interested in getting pregnant this instant.
But the more I read, the more it seems the best evaluation of my options is likely to come from an RE. Is this correct? Ideally, I would like someone to run a plethora of tests and tell me how long we should wait before we start trying again. I wish someone would say “You have 18 months” or “You must have children now” or “You have all the time in the world.” I know that no one is going to be able to tell me anything that concrete, but it would make things so much less stressful for me (and for The Nearly Fiance) if they could.
Anyway, never mind that. Any thoughts on OBGYNs vs. REs? Am I just desperately trying to postpone my scary appointment? All of this is probably moot, as I am coming up on cycle day 40 and it is looking very unlikely that I will even see Day Three anytime in the near future, but I would appreciate any opinions you lovely Internets might have on the matter.
[EDITED TO SAY: Of course I mean for an initial evaluation, laparoscopy, and discussion of my options. Not for the IUI, etc. when we are ready for them. And the GYN I am referring to does specialize in laparoscopic surgery, remember, but there is no mention of experience with infertility, etc. in her bio.)