“What about you?” “I can’t have kids,” I blurt before I can stop myself. An uneasy weight abrades my chest…like I’ve been thrown overboard with a hundred-pound brick tied to my ankle. “I had an infection when I was younger, but it went untreated for too long and caused some damage.” I didn’t even know I was infertile until two years ago when I made an appointment with a local gynecologist for birth control.
