MOTHERLY – I never knew how badly I wanted a baby of my own until my husband and I began struggling to conceive one.
We got married at what I consider to be a young age (I was 25, he was 27), but that didn’t stop people from (constantly) inquiring about the assumed next step – when we’d have kids.
The truth is, we were in no rush. We were happy with our lives; we traveled, checked things off our bucket lists, renovated our home, built our careers. We were going to start a family when we were ready; motherhood never felt urgent to me. I refused to feel pressured by societal expectations or the notorious tick-tock of my biological clock reminding me my ovaries have an expiration date.Read More