When I was a teenager, I imagined I would be a young mother. I would have a baby in my early 20s, and every day I would sit in the sunshine by the ocean and breathe in the salt air. I would love every moment of having a baby inside of me, and I would never be lonely.
Things don’t always go the way you plan. I started my fertility journey at 33, the same year El Nino brought floods to Southern California — floods that made sitting by the ocean hazardous.