I woke up that morning like I did the same morning that we found out the egg donor had died. But I knew that this time would be different. Short of me dying, I would come back pregnant. Either way, this was the last time that I would be in this bed, all on my own. The next time, there would be two of us in it.

And I was done with my apprehension. I would always have doubts, but I was done having it weigh on me any longer. I had made a decision to bring this child into the world, ...