In the first weeks after my arrival in Taipei, I ate more of these eggs than I’d like to admit.
I wish I had been warned—not because it would have changed my mind about the procedure, but because I might have been more prepared.
I didn’t know, anymore, how to date like a normal person—how to give a potential relationship the space to grow into the family I dreamt of.
I wanted to know more about my fertility because I thought it might help me prepare for a someday I wasn’t willing to give up on.
The desire to be a mother is now something that lingers inside of me, an omnipresent hunger.