My new fertility clinic looks like a spa: It is white and airy, with serene Muzak playing at a tasteful volume in the background. As Solomon, my husband, and I enter, we see a table offering coffee and cake, and in the center of the gray leather couches and tan chairs, a giant, mesmerizing fish tank, as if to remind us of the cycle of life (I guess they couldn’t keep rabbits).
Fertility Diary: Hope Springs Eternal
