When I was twenty-six, I discovered, quite to my surprise, that I was pregnant.
I panicked because I was not ready to have a baby.
I’d only been married three short months. My new husband and I were still getting to know one another. Were we, as a couple, prepared for a child?
And I certainly didn’t know enough about anything – life, parenting, culture... There was so much more I needed to learn before I could be a mom, wasn’t there?
After spending a few weeks in denial, I quickly moved into anger. How could I have been so stupid? What was I thinking?