The other week, I was in a medical appointment and making small talk with the nurse. I happened to mention that I was coaching my daughter’s soccer team. Later in the appointment, while giving her my medical history, I told the nurse that I endured through three years of fertility treatments. Remembering that I had a daughter, she said, “Oh, so the treatments must have been successful!” Quickly, I responded, “No, I’m an adoptive mother to my three children.” She cocked her head and said in a sympathetic voice, “Aww! So you weren’t able to have any little babies of your own?”
