It wasn’t supposed to be this way. My life plan was to get married by 25 and be finished with having kids by my early 30s. I achieved the first part of that goal, having gotten married at 25 to my college boyfriend, but the second part didn’t happen as planned.
Initially, it wasn’t that we weren’t getting pregnant; it was that whenever we looked at where we were, we weren’t READY to have kids. When I turned 30, I was working full-time in NYC (commuting 2 hours each way), finishing up my MBA on the weekends, living in a tiny house, and looking for a job closer to home. That last part, I justified to myself, was my prerequisite to starting a family…and so we waited. Then, the job closer to home came, but we were still living in a tiny house and wanted to move to a better school district…and so we waited. Eventually, there wasn’t much left to wait for…and so we decided to try.