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I had never dreamed of NOT working one day and becoming a stay-at-home wife or mother. To me, that felt almost impossible. I would need to support my aging parents. I would need to support my family in this high cost-of-living world. Teaching is never something “free” or easy for me. But it has always been the best job I could imagine for being a mother, a wife, and a caretaker. I can enjoy the same summer holidays as my future kids. I have long seasonal breaks to spend with my family. I have a pension. Teaching helps foster both myself and my children. When I first chose this career, this was exactly what I hoped it could be.
January turned out to be a very different month.
I only worked four days in total. Because of very few job calls and heavy snow days, I unexpectedly started living like a full-time housewife. Life slowed down a lot, and I found myself spending more time at home than I ever planned.
This month was also my husband’s birthday month, which made January very special. We invited some friends over and enjoyed cozy game nights and hotpot together. Simple food, warm conversations, and laughter mattered so much during the cold winter days.
On one freezing cold Friday night, we also went out just the two of us. We had a wonderful dinner at Jacob’s Steakhouse. It was warm, calm, and deeply comforting.
At the same time, we are both trying our very best to support fertility in natural ways. I have been doing acupuncture and taking herbs, hoping to help my body gently and patiently.
I want to speak honestly about the IVF industry, because this matters deeply to me. To me, IVF is not a medical miracle or a hopeful option. It has become a business built on desperation, fear, and money. Human life is created, frozen, selected, discarded, and destroyed as if it were a product. This is not healing. This is control.
I cannot accept a system where embryos are treated as “extra,” “failed,” or “unused.” Those are not materials. They are lives. Mistakes happen. Wrong sperm or eggs are used. Babies are treated like lab results. And yet, no one takes real responsibility. Everything is hidden behind contracts, money, and nice marketing words.
The cost is also disturbing. Families are pushed to spend huge amounts of money, sometimes their life savings, for something that is never guaranteed. At the same time, we are sold fake hope, fake food, fake health products, and endless treatments. Society makes people sick, stressed, and infertile — and then sells IVF as the solution. It feels like being trapped in a cruel money system.
To me..., IVF is not a “choice.” It is morally wrong, against the Bible, and against God. Life is a gift from God, not something humans should manufacture, trade, or destroy. Love, marriage, and family were never meant to be handled this way.
My prayer is simple. I hope my husband and I can walk this journey without arguments, with love, trust and understanding. I pray that God makes us truly one flesh, strengthens our bond, and gives us faith and patience.
We will try all the natural ways we can, and then place everything in God’s hands. Whatever His plan is, we trust Him.
January was quiet, unexpected, and reflective.
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