Pieces of me in letters

I usually don’t care much (and even just plain ignore) people when they ask me when I am going to have a child. Parents… friends… extended families… doesn’t matter. I just ignore them all. But for the first time in my life, today, that question somewhat bothered me.

I had a medical check up today and the doctor recommended me to have a certain vaccine. I said okay. Then the doctor asked me if I had plan to get pregnant in the next three months. I said no, I have no plan to get pregnant at least for a couple of years to come. The doctor looked at me, and said… “What are you waiting for? You’re (insert my age here). It’s time.”

Yes, that question bothered me because it was asked by a doctor… nothing personal. It was asked based on his knowledge about conditions needed for a healthy pregnancy.

From medical perspective, perhaps, I am not making the right decision… for myself and for my future child. Maybe it’s a trade off with having a child when I feel mentally ready thus feel completely happy about it. Parents who are happy about themselves make happy children (well… most of the times anyway). Not an easy trade off… so I guess I should think about this more carefully.