DH and I have just turned 30, we have a good relationship, stable jobs, good savings, our own home, supportive network of family and friends. Sounds like about the right time to think about starting a family.
But. He is a drug addict (he's doing incredibly well after rehab and has over a year sober). I have PTSD. For the last year things have been ticking along OK. He's a different person since rehab, very calm, sensible, capable. I have days when I feel pretty anxious, occasionally irritable and I struggle with being underweight (not anorexia, but not far off). But generally we are happy, settled people now.
I really want children, but the last thing I want to do is expose them to our crazy. 2 years ago I was in a psych ward and he was off his face constantly. We have about 6 suicide attempts between us, can't count the amount of times we have been in A&E, etc, etc.
I think hormones are kicking in, I feel really broody. I'm finding it hard to accept we are too ill for kids. I think a load of parents telling me it's not worth the risk would be helpful. The risk is high, but it's selfishly, horribly tempting to let myself dream about or plan being being a mum in the future. Maybe we have grown up and out of it.... But the fact I put a maybe in that sentence tells me all I need to know really. Little lives are not worth risking are they? Just for my selfish wish to have a baby.