I’ve never been good at making important decisions. Should we have a winter wedding or summer wedding? Should I be a teacher or a rugby coach? Do I want creamy or chunky peanut butter on my sandwich? I even began seeing a therapist hoping that at last someone would make my life choices for me. Instead, we spend a lot of time talking about “why I feel like I can’t make decisions,” or “why peanut butter causes me anxiety.”
As I got older, the decisions I had to make became more complicated. But nothing was as complex or loaded as the decision to have a child. Was I ready? When should we start trying? What type of car seat should I get? Which celebrity should I name her after? These were not decisions I could make by myself, so I enlisted the advice of experts to help me figure out if I was in fact ready to be in a family way.