So I started working on it; I began bringing pieces into my acting class that I could develop, and the process helped me to sort out my feelings. I began making it a regular topic in my therapy sessions. I prayed about it. My husband and I talked about it. We would make random observations about the way things are today versus when we grew up, and we weren't sure about bringing a child into today's world.
Then my Stepmom died suddenly, and that event brought with it even more questions. There's nothing like a parent's sudden death to drive home your own mortality. What did we want to do with this part of our lives?
And had the time for this decision already run out?