It’s 8 o’clock on a Friday morning, and the waiting room at Shady Grove Fertility’s K Street office is filling up. Every few minutes, a name is called and one of the women—many in office-appropriate slacks and heels, clutching metal coffee thermoses—disappears with a nurse. Minutes later, her seat is filled by another hopeful patient.

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