Every time I think about my upcoming RE appointment, a little voice inside starts yelling, “RUN AWAY!” (punctuated by coconuts, of course).
I have a good life. No, really, a good life. I love my job. I love my schoolwork. I love going out with my friends and not having to worry about when I have to be home. There’s an incredible amount of freedom that comes from not having any children, and I am all about the being free to do nothing if that’s what I want. Or being able to spend a long weekend searching publication databases for articles for my dissertation proposal.
Right now, I’m not sure that I want children.
Of course, if I really didn’t, then I wouldn’t be going to see an RE about IVF.
I don’t know what I want.