The first thought that came to my head was, “Oh, crap.” I was sitting at my doctor’s office when my MD burst through the doors and confirmed what I wasn’t ready to hear—that I was “most definitely” pregnant. Denial is something that comes naturally when you know the truth deep down but think that by refusing to admit it, it will somehow go away. That’s why it took three pregnancy tests (all with positive results) to finally force me to face the truth that a baby was on the way.

You may wonder why, as a twenty-something, newly-married woman who was actually planning on having kids “someday,” I was not thrilled with the news. Well, I guess I was not done being selfish yet. I still wanted to focus on my career, eat and drink whatever I pleased (*ahem* sashimi and lattes), not have to worry about finding a baby-sitter every time I went out, and most of all, travel.