Don’t do it.
Don’t ask us.
Don’t take interest in the reproductive organs of those you see accidentally at holidays.
Don’t take interest in the sex life of those you see once a year.
Not only is it none of your business, it’s rude and it will be uncomfortable for the both of us.
I’ll tell you that we can’t have biological children because my body is broken. You’ll feign empathy and tell me stories of people you knew who thought they couldn’t have children but by some miracle did. I’ll pretend to be encouraged. You’ll give unsolicited advice. I’ll pretend you just solved the case, but you and I both know you didn’t. It’s not a conversation you signed up for, and it’s not one I want to have during the holidays with someone I know only by blood.
So leave it alone please.
Instead, ask me about my dog. I’ll tell you all about that asshole.