I wasn’t sure about being a mom.
I wasn’t sure if I would be good at it.
Or if I would like it.
If it would be too boring for my fast-paced, driven, multi-tasking self.
I wasn’t sure if I would like having a baby.
If I would just have to gut it out until we got to the fun toddler years and even more fun six year old year.
Cuddling for hours! Watching him laugh! Will that really be the makings of a lovely Saturday morning?
I wasn’t sure if I would miss my freedom. If I would feel confident. If I would feel like a mom is supposed to feel.