CHAPTER 35Jessie
Months passed. Laurel’s phone calls grew more frequent as the conception of a child did not proceed as planned. Jim’s graphs of Sue’s temperature still looked reassuringly like the ones in the back of the fertility book they had bought at the local bookshop. So what was the problem? They didn’t understand it. Sue began to use ovulation predictor kits, and when the blue smiley face appeared on the stick, Sue’s initial was immediately penned in on the intimacy calendar. But even with these perfectly timed efforts, Sue’s temperature continued to dip on the twenty-eighth day of her cycle, her period arriving predictably the next morning. Increasingly frustrated, the threesome did not wait long before making an appointment at the Center for Reproductive Science in Minneapolis.
