Justifications. Responsibilities. Am I being tested?

It's the most rational I've ever been about any major decision, yet, why do I insist on the self-doubt. Am I testing myself?

There's a little furry thing, a puppy, in my tummy, my heart. But will I be a good parent? Will it be happy? Do I deserve it?

I am ready. For the walks, the housebreaking, the feeding, the training, the love. I've never felt this maternal, this primed, instinctually, to care for another.

But, do I deserve it?