The experience of infertility is not easily expressed as a single thing, no few words encapsulate the way it interferes with almost every aspect of our lives and relationships: home, marriage, sex, food, future, friends, family, parents, in-laws. A person can’t just say one word, as they can with illness or bereavement, and have the scale of it be understood. The attempts I’ve made to talk about it with friends and family have often left me gawping like a fish, unable to find a starting point: there are too many facets, too many factors that run into and around one another.
Because infertility is huge, and then it is also nothing at all, life is no different than it was yesterday. One just cooks some dinner and does the dishes and it’s a night like any other night.