By Anndee Hochman, for The Inquirer
October 21, 2015
All her life, Tiffany had trained herself to perform: back handsprings when she was a young gymnast, dance routines in musical theater, knee-hangs on aerial trapeze as an adult.
And when it was time to get pregnant, she and Bets planned for more than a year. They signed a contract with the friend who agreed to donate sperm. They waited while a local cryobank screened and froze that sperm for a mandatory six-month quarantine. Tiffany began charting her basal temperatures.
So why, month after month, was her body failing at the thing she wanted most?