I had desperately wanted kids since I was about 12 and puberty kicked in. I worked as a nanny and even got a master's degree in elementary education because it felt as close as I could to being a mother. But I didn't meet my husband until I was 33, so becoming an older mom wasn't really a choice I made. It was just life circumstances. When I got pregnant at 35, my midwife wanted me to get a thumbs-up from an OB/GYN saying that I was low-risk before she would take me on.