The phone felt heavy in my hand, the thumping of my heart hammering in my ears nearly overwhelming everything else around me. I stood there, still as a statue, my grip on the phone tightening until my hand turned white. 

“What did you say, doctor?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His words flew through the phone, each one hitting me like a cold splash of water. “Noah, your infertility… it’s linked to your stress levels. Chronic stress can mess with ...