Eggcellent Mom Chronicles

All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom. It’s the kind of wish that lives in your bones, the kind you carry whether you’re smiling or sobbing. There’s no denying that I’ve felt this pull my entire adult life, and this month, I’m going to try to manifest it with everything I’ve got.

Infertility isn’t just about needles and appointments. It’s agonizing disappointment and heartache. It’s the aching for something your body won’t give you, no matter how deeply you want it. It’s an endless waiting for results, for treatment, for appointments. It’s a silent, heavy, invisible weight that follows me everywhere. And I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

I want all of it. I want to carry a pregnancy. I want to share the joy of telling family and friends. I want deep love and extreme exhaustion. I want to see what my body and heart can do.

I want to watch my child experience, try, fall, and try again. I want to be there when they laugh, learn, and cry. I want to raise a child who is proud of who they are and what they love, a child rooted in Judaism.

I wish my journey weren’t so complicated. I wish it didn’t take over my thoughts. I wish it weren’t so exhausting to mask or distract myself from it.

If someone you love is facing infertility, show up for them. We don’t need advice. We need presence. Text us. Feed us. Sit beside us. Remind us we’re still whole.

If support, community, and prayer could have brought me a child, I would already owe it to each of you. I read your comments, see your likes, feel your hugs, and cherish your presence.

My greatest wish is to be a mom. And when that wish comes true, I will love my child so hard, so deeply, and so madly.