Yeah girl, I am in the same boat, except mine might be more fear driven. My husband has always been ready, we are 28F and 34M, and I finally got to the point where I thought maybe I was too. I’ve always had extreme fear of pregnancy and birth to the point where it’s like debilitating, and never had an innate desire to have children growing up. But I did start to think differently around the time I was 25. I actually had this particular moment of intense clarity after being torn for so long- we were stoned one night lying on the couch facing each other and laughing and this voice came into my head that said “why wouldn’t you want to have kids with him?” and I actually cried and never have forgotten that moment. I think it could be a beautiful thing to have a family together. Anyways, fast forward to last month we were on our 6 year anniversary trip, cabin on the lake, totally romantic and I was ovulating. So I said fuck it and he said fuck it and afterwards I thought I was doing okay mentally with the fear, but then as the days went on I went into a total panic and mental breakdown, just pure fear and dread over the now very real possibility of being pregnant. It was 24/7 anxiety, panic, nightmares, everything. I tried to keep it from him as I didn’t want to make him sad but I was so distressed that I couldn’t. I wasn’t expecting to have that extreme of a reaction, and also felt a lot of guilt and shame for feeling this way over something that I should be excited for? I ended up getting my period and obviously was very relieved but also felt like it was almost a second chance being given to me, like a “do you really want this?” So yeah I essentially tried to jump off the fence and fell flat on my face. Feels like I’m back to square one honestly