For many years, I couldn’t make up my mind. Should I be a mother? Did I actually want children? Would I in fact be happier without them?
I met my husband when I was 29, and always assumed we would start a family because that is what you did. But as my 30s wore on, my unquestioning certainty turned to suffocating indecision, as I vacillated between ‘OK, let’s do this’ and ‘Good God, no.’