So much this! My husband's sentiment exactly. When I married my husband at age 37 (he 43) we bought a large house in a good school district, assuming we would follow the path everyone we knew took. I've never been one of those people who knew from the day that they were born they wanted to be a mother, but it felt like the next step. We were unsuccessful naturally and then going through fertility treatment scared us in that it made us overthink the entire matter. Did we really want this? In the end, we decided against it. I wish we had a glass ball where we could peer into life on the "other" side. It's so such pressure to make a monumental decision like that and not knowing the outcome of whether or not I would like it is scary to me.