As a result of my horrible childhood, I had decided when I was still very young myself that I'd never have DC as I was terrified that I might repeat the pattern of abuse.
I met DH when we were teenagers, and told him that very early on. He was fine with that.
However, when I was 30, we spoke about it at length, and decided that we might just TTC. I got pregnant straight away and we were absolutely thrilled.
I lost my baby at 15 weeks.
My SIL said "well, there's no point in crying about it, it's not like it was an actual baby yet" and my mum said "probably just as well. You'd have been a rubbish mum anyway!" Well yeah, with a role model like her and my dad, I might well have been.
DH and I never tried again. Scans weren't so advanced in those days so I don't know this, but I think it was a boy and in my heart I call him Ben. I still whisper happy birthday Ben on his due date, 11 January. He'd be 27 now.

to all of us who've had to deal with horrible comments. I wish people would just think before they open their gob - they just merrily go on with their day, leaving hurt people behind them.