There is a lot of privilege that comes with not having children (including the privilege of having reproductive medical care in the first place), but perhaps the most salient is this: I can tell you that I don’t know if I’m making the right decision. I can tell you that the choices I’m making might come back to haunt me after the window has closed and my lizard eggs are all gone. In five years, in ten years, in forty, I may look back at my life and say, I made a mistake. I made the wrong choice. That is not something that parents get to say.
