It wasn’t until I attended a relative’s socially distanced birthday party last spring that I really let myself consider the possibility of becoming a mom. My adorable nephew, Easton, was turning a year old. And about halfway through the celebration, my husband, Wes, caught my eye, and mouthed, “I want one.”

My heart clenched, because secretly, I did, too. The problem was, I didn’t know if I could give that to him.

Two years...