After almost four years of unsuccessfully trying to conceive, I’ve heard a lot of comments from those trying to help. While some days I feel like I could use all the advice in the world to get pregnant, other days, advice just grates on me terribly.
I’ve heard it all — from just stay put after intimacy, to get rid of the Wi-Fi, to buy Amazon ovulation pills, to exhortations that I should sue Pfizer because it’s probably the Covid shot that made me infertile, to books about eating only organic, to telling me I just need to have a glass of wine at night, to blaming shampoo.
