The time has come in my life when several of my friends have started to become…parents. Even typing that sentence feels odd because it’s a reminder to myself that I, too, could very well have a baby at this stage. I’m an adult. I’ve been married for nearly five years. According to society, that would be the practical next step, right? Yet here I am, intractably ambivalent about motherhood.
It’s not that I don’t want a baby.