(Though I do have an answer ready to spit out, I must admit that I hate getting the question - I think it's quite invasive, and frankly, it makes me want to sucker punch whoever is asking).
The truth is, I'm not ready to be a parent right now, and I don't know when I will be.
One year? Six? Ten?
See, I'm a big believer in "life stages", and celebrating whatever stage you're in now. And right now, I can't help fantasize about my first trip to Europe, or prioritize ridiculously overpriced shoes. I still count down the days until my next booze-y margarita girls night.
Those reasons sound selfish... and they are selfish. I'm selfish. And I know I'm not ready to put those things to rest - yet.
I can't wait to be a mom, and I can't wait to see Scott be a daddy, and I can understand and appreciate the beauty and joy that those roles bring to people. But the truth is, I don't know when it's going to stop being "just" the two of us. And I don't know what shape our family will take, or even how many of us there will be. I don't know if any of us will share biology, and I don't know if I'll have sweet daughters or precious sons or some combination.
But I believe in my gut that I will be a mom someday - some way, somehow - and that someday I'll be ready and excited and relish the experience.
(And I won't miss those margarita girls nights).