Apologies to the inquisitive woman at the grocery store who asked about my children today.
Woman: Cute! Twins! Do twins run in your family?
Me: No, they're fertility treatment twins.
Woman: Oh (striken expression as if I just told her that I stole the children from a blind woman). Well, you're lucky that you didn't end up with six kids.
Me: That would have been great. I would have loved six kids. But my fertility clinic--like many fertility clinics--has a rule about how many eggs you can use. Their limit is three.
Stunned silence as the woman contemplates how she entered into an uncomfortable conversation about fertility clinics with a crazy lady. Let me help you out--don't ask the questions if you're not prepared for any answer. Especially when I'm cranky because I left my purse at home and had to double back for my wallet with a child kicking the back of my seat.
How many people answer honestly when strangers ask nosy questions that lead to infertility answers? The "oh-does-your-child-look-like-your-spouse" questions (um...no...he's adopted/donor egg or sperm). The "don't-you-want-to-have-another-one" questions. The "do-twins-run-in-your-family" questions.