We are smack dab in the middle of the most wonderful time of the year. Stores are decked in glossy red and green while speakers blare bright tunes of expectation. Homes once darkened now dance with twinkling lights, their windows aglow with warmth and promise. And, as believers, we cannot escape the image of a beatific, round-bellied virgin. Oh, the irony. As an infertile person, one can feel like a cardboard cutout amidst all the activity, a black-and-white character frozen