I remember deciding when I was sixteen that I didn’t want children. That feeling didn’t change as I got older or after my meeting my hubby. He was the one who decided two years into our marriage you need a kid. No, no I don’t. He insisted and only won the argument by saying he was bringing it up on our special day and that had to mean that it was the right thing to do.
I’m such a sucker.
Then I had my baby and held her. This overwhelming feeling took over my whole body. “I could have 20 of these!” I must have said it out loud because my hubby responded immediately, “No, no you can’t.”