My roommate came with me to my first IVF class. We took our seats between a couple and a woman there on her own. She had a folder full of information, her eagerness apparent in the tapping of her foot, her informed questions, her careful note taking. The couple held hands and smiled. With my hands under the table, I texted the friend who’d be picking me up for the next doctor’s appointment. I’ll be late. People have lots of questions.