It started when I walked past puppies in my neighborhood. I was that person, asking to pet them. My uterus would do flips when I saw a baby, my body signaling to my brain that it’s time to think about starting a family.
After spending my 20s hopscotching around the world and putting my circadian rhythm through the ringer, I knew I had some pregnancy prep to do — especially given I’m now in my mid-30s. No woman wants to hear