Given my long history of wanna be mamaing, I shouldn't be surprised that I want a child this badly now. But, but, for my family, my life, my existence, now is not the time. Despite the baby wanting, I'd successfully stayed determinedly focused and single minded about my future career. As bad as I wanted to be a mom, I wanted to be a doctor more. It's the only career I've ever been able to visualize myself in, and it's the one goal I've been working towards since I first started school. Having a grandpa with MS, a mother with breast cancer, a grandma with kidney cancer, a boyfriend who died from Epilepsy, and refractive amblyopia will do that to you. And in my family, this is the only acceptable course of action.
Up until now, I have agreed. I went to a college prep high school, volunteered in hospitals, worked in research labs and graduated from a college with a 100% acceptance rate into medical school. I was readying myself for the ultimate, the only goal, doctorhood. But then something happened. The class before mine didn't get into medical school, and private college was expensive, so I graduated early. Then my graduating class barely had any acceptances, so I took a year off to take more classes, complete medical school pre-requirements and try to become a better candidate. And then it started to happen. The older I got, the more the wanting of motherhood began to compete with the doctorhood. Although I had always wanted to be a surgeon, spending so much time away from my future family now seemed like an awful plan. My hormones were kicking in with the vengeance of a lifetime of baby wanting, and dear god are those fuckers strong.
Now, I graduated in December 2008, it's July 2010, and I am still not in medical school. I'm studying with tutors to take my MCAT, trying to motivate myself, but in the wake of the health care crisis with doctors being paid less and less and malpractice insurance sky rocketing, the catastrophic effect medical school loans would have on my fiance and myself, and the prospect of all the missed moments with my family, I'm finding it really really hard to remind myself why I want to do this. My mother harasses me on a daily basis, she's wrapped her identity so tightly around my dreams that the only hope of fulfillment in her life is me reaching my/her/our goal. She tells me not to get pregnant, what a failure I'd be, how fat I am, how I'm not studying enough, everyone else's child works harder and look who just got into school. I think that 8 years without a single "unexpected" mistake is a pretty good track record, graduating college in 3.5 years is pretty good, limited student loans aren't bad, but I don't tell her that. Failure is unacceptable. No career, successful or otherwise, will ever be enough if I'm not a doctor.
I know it's pointless to worry about children who don't even exist. I don't have any and I won't for awhile.
I really want to be a doctor. I want to help sick children. I want to support my family. I can do this.
But man, I really really want to be a good mom.