Written in 2021 Two autumns ago I was watching my favorite sappy TV show in my underwear at noon, (don’t judge) and doing chores around the house when my soon-to-be gestational carrier (or surrogate, for those who don’t know infertility speak) asked me how I was doing. Feeling sorry for myself I tell her I’m on my period, to which she replies, “What could you use? Coconut water? Popsicles?” “Hysterectomy :-P” I say. You see, I’d just been to my local fertility