10/22/2026
I said it like it was the most reasonable plan in the world.
If I am still single by 35 I will freeze my eggs. Buy myself more time. Keep dating. Keep hoping. And when the right person finally came along I would have options waiting.
It felt responsible. It felt smart. It felt like I was doing something.
Two rounds later. Two eggs.
That number stopped me completely.
Because two eggs was not a safety net. It was not more time. It was not the insurance policy I had convinced myself I was building. It was my body telling me clearly and without apology that the time I thought I had was already running out.
I sat with that for some time and then I made my decision.
I had always wanted to get married first. But I stopped waiting for that to happen. I bought s***m from a s***m bank. I chose my dream over the timeline I had always imagined.
I started IUI. Six rounds. None of them worked.
Then IVF. First round, three embryos. None passed genetic testing.
I broke. Quietly and completely.
But I got back up.
I changed donors. I changed my mindset. I surrendered what I could not control and focused on everything I could.
Second round of IVF. One healthy embryo. One transfer.
At 39 she arrived.
Two eggs felt like the end of a plan. It turned out to be the beginning of the only one that ever mattered.
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