I always knew I wanted to be a mother. As a young teenager, I remember writing down the names of my potential children in the back of my journal. As I approached my mid-30s, I began to fear motherhood would never happen for me. I mean, many of my peers had children in middle and high school and I only had a 15-pound dog to show for it. (Don’t get me wrong, fur babies are like family to me, but the pull for my own child still nagged).
When my fiance and I decided to give our relationship another go last year (we’ve known each other for more than 5 years), I knew I wanted to fast track getting pregnant. And despite passively trying over the years, I found myself pregnant after just one month using one of those ovulation predictor kits. Advanced maternal age and all! Just like that, I was thrust into the deliciousness and terrifying fear that is motherhood. A lifelong dream realized. Or at least begun.