I want all of it. I want the shock of the BFP, the fun surprise of telling your family, the awful nausea, the flutters, the kicks, the ultrasounds and hearing the heartbeat, the growing belly, the picking out clothes and cribs and strollers, the pains of contractions and labor, and first time I am able to hold my baby, the sleepless nights, the breastfeedings, the snuggles, the dirty diapers, their first day of school, their first crush, the homework help, their first school dance, and everything and any single thing in between. The tears, the laughs, the struggles, and the joys of parenthood. Please let me become a mother, it’s all I want.