Four years ago, after a long and winding fourteen combined years of dating and marriage, my husband and I finally decided that it was time to venture down the path of parenthood. Full disclosure here, I have never felt very maternal or had any great desire to have children. My college roommate and I use to joke that while she had always wanted to be a wife and a mother, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to stop at the wife part for me. I would babysit for local families as a teenager for gas and movie money and literally watch the clock for when the parents were slated to arrive home. I had little patience for the children’s constant need for attention or for playing make believe games. I distinctly remember feeling a bit sorry for the frazzled parents and I cringed at the thought of one day joining their ranks.