I have a confession to make: Up until I was 34 years old and met the man who would later become my husband, I spent the entirety of my life not wanting children.
It’s not that I didn’t like kids or lacked maternal tendencies. They just didn’t factor into the grand plan for my life.
(Also, if I sat and thought about pregnancy and childbirth for any length of time, I tended to get lightheaded and feel like I might lose my lunch. I took that as a clear indicator that motherhood wasn’t my destiny.)Read more