Before I begin, let me preface this with how grateful I am that I have three healthy, happy children. It took us a long time to conceive our first, but once I naturally got pregnant with DS1, the other two were all conceived easily. I did spend quite a while thinking it would never happen amd just longing to have a child. The fact I ended up with three is more of a blessing than I can even believe, and I am grateful for them every day. Our home is filled with so much laughter and happiness, our kids are thriving and they have been so easy, on the whole.
This is particularly a dream come true for me because I was an only child of a mother who I suspect is on the autistic spectrum. I remember feeling incredibly alone with a mother who while I know for sure loved me and did her best, could not really relate to me. I always dreamt of creating a big, bustling, fun family. I have it.
My husband does not want any more kids, for sensible, practical and logical reasons. I fully respect and agree with his decision, in theory.
Every month I convince myself that I have accidentally got pregnant. We always use condoms and I fantasise that one will break or leak, and I feel so bad because it would devastated my husband. Through the years I have taken so many pregnancy tests even though there was no real risk of pregnancy. I dream of being pregnant. I am almost 44 so it would hardly be easy or low risk anyway, and I don't even know if its another human i want or just the excitement of the new life and all of that beautiful potential and awesome that I felt at each stage of pregnancy.
To be honest, I was like this as soon as I met my husband even though we were very careful until we actually started TTC. So for a huge chunk of my twenties and early thirties I was constantly convincing myself I was pregnant despite being on the pill and taking it religiously each day. However I knew that I could try for real in the future, and that was in front of me in life.
Now that bit is behind me and I dont know what to do with myself. I have a happy marriage, a professional job that I am good at and enjoy, lots of friends, I go out. I tried drilling all of my energy into other things but I am like a moth to a flame if I get pregnancy into my head. It is an obsession and really want I want is a lovely surprise. Something really wonderful and unexpected to happen in my life and I dont know why I long so deeply for this. Maybe its some kind of thrill seeking.
This is not about ingratitude, because I am incredibly grateful for the blessings in my life. This is some kind of mental problem that I wont get past until I go through menopause and can finally close the door. I dont know why I am telling you all but would like to know if anyone feels the same.
Sorry for the essay.