• On to the Next Cycle

    As soon as I started my next cycle, just five days after the one that was a bust, I told my team I would not be going back on oral contraception. It meant a scheduling frenzy for the clinic, but my body was not going to handle another course of birth control pills. So we… Continue reading

  • The Mental Exhaustion of It All

    The shifting timelines and inability to predict what comes next have truly been mentally exhausting. I finally started day one of my cycle and, per the protocol, began taking birth control pills. I have never waited for my period to start with so much hope and anticipation before. A monthly nuisance had now turned into… Continue reading

  • How Many Is Enough?

    This has been one of the hardest questions for me to answer. Of the two embryos that reached the blastocyst stage, only one came back euploid, meaning chromosomally healthy. The two-week wait for the PGT-A results felt like the longest two weeks of this entire process. While I waited, I found myself wanting to make… Continue reading

  • Disappointment

    Wow. Receiving a phone call and hearing that only two of the eight fertilized eggs had reached the blastocyst stage was deeply disappointing. I had been managing my expectations in a way that I thought would allow me to stomach this news. But the intensity of my disappointment revealed something important: I was far more… Continue reading

  • Eight

    I was not expecting a phone update on Saturday. The eggs had been thawed the day before, and I had kept them in mind throughout my meditation and the rest of the day. I found myself sending them loving thoughts and prayers as they embarked on their journey. I wanted to commemorate the day, so… Continue reading

  • How I Chose My Donor

    What an interesting choice to make! Honestly, it can feel like so much is riding on this one decision, but in reality, it is only one of many. For me, it was also one of the more fun parts of the process because it made everything feel more tangible. Up until then, it had been… Continue reading

  • The Power of Community

    Choosing solo motherhood does not mean choosing isolation. As soon as I realized this was my path, I began looking for resources. I love podcasts and audiobooks, and it did not take long to realize I needed to narrow my focus. It is easy to consume endless content. I wanted education and affirmation, but I… Continue reading

  • My First Appointment

    There is a lot of mystery around fertility treatment. Here is what mine looks like. I froze my eggs in 2025 at 36 years old. Before that, I had been routinely monitoring my fertility since age 32. I was already established with a fertility clinic in my area, so when I decided to move forward… Continue reading

  • Have you ever felt aligned?

    I am not even sure it is an emotion on the emotional wheel, but I can tell you how it has felt for me. It feels like surrender after a decision. The fit is perfect. As if the last piece of the puzzle clicks into place and light emanates from it, a quiet choir humming… Continue reading

  • “What Would People Say?”

    Honestly, it depends on the people you’ve chosen to surround yourself with and, more importantly, which of their voices live inside your head. If your sense of self is built on praise, approval, or validation from “society,” then yes, other people’s opinions will continue to matter. They will shape your decisions, often quietly and without… Continue reading

About Me

I am Sabina, a woman of Indian Punjabi heritage shaped by lineage, migration, and the strength of women who came before me.

I was raised between cultures that value family deeply, yet do not always leave space for individual choice. Over time and through tough lessons, I learned to listen closely to myself. I learned to make decisions deliberately rather than by default, and to trust that intention is its own form of courage.

Made With Intention began as a place to document one such choice: the decision to pursue solo motherhood consciously, thoughtfully, and on my own terms. Not as a rejection of tradition, partnership, or love, but as an affirmation of agency and alignment.

If you’re here, you’re likely asking your own questions. This is simply where I share mine openly and with intention.