(PRIVATE PARTS) By Stephanie Ericsson Illustration by Gabriele Ellertson “Infertility” is a very long word. It sounds dry and skinny, pursed-lipped and pitiful. But over and over fo r more than a year, I heard this word refer to me. Each time it sounded entirely new and, each time, it seared me like a brand that stamped out my limitations. Inadequate. Incompetent. Infertile. The Scarlet I. But let me tell you about this ovarian odyssey. The time is the present, after twelve months o f unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant. I am now consulting “the experts.” 24 Clinton St. Quarterly—Spring, 1989
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