I knew I did not want this motherhood thing, an idea I had, without much thought, signed off on early on as being something I should want. If fate knocked me up, I'd be okay. But if it didn't, that was pretty great also. Maybe greater.
I fell in love with a boy. And the boy asked me to marry him. And, you guessed it: That boy? He wants kids. To make matters worse, he's the type of guy that you just know will be an amazing father. Well, this really left only one thing for us to do: a test run.
A generation ago, women who did not marry and/or have children by age 40 grieved and moved on. But today, with the advancement of assisted reproductive technology, women are no longer given permission to move on.
I personally would like to have children at some point down the line (at least I'm pretty sure) but right now I'm content to live a life that just wouldn't be able to exist if I was financially and emotionally responsible for another human being.