Right then. Are you sitting comfortably?
Actually I'll try not to go on and on and on!
We both always wanted children, and both always assumed that we would meet wonderful men, get married/settled/generally instated, then just have lots of lovely sex till having beautiful happy children. So when my wonderful beautiful dp and I got together we were both really upset that having children might not happen, and if it did we had no idea how and that it might be really very difficult. It was a really big deal for both of us, and when we'd only been together for about a fortnight and I just knew I wanted to be with her forever (I just knew!) I watched her sleeping and had a huge cry because I knew I could never mix myself with her and create new life that would exist and pass on as a quiet note in history of our wonderful relationship
Forgive me if I get too flowery
Then the years went by and we knew that we would make it happen by whatever means, and we finally got the financial security and stability to go for it. We decided that we would go via a clinic, for anonymous donor, because we wanted our family to be just us. I went first, had a couple of IUI treatments, which didn't work. And then the anonymity rules changed and we ended up not getting any more treatments.
This was gutting, so we had to reevaluate, and approached friends of ours who said Yes. We were really lucky. We'd read a lot of scare stories about people who'd used known donors and it ending up tricky in all sorts of ways, but we had big chats, and just knew (again, we just KNEW) that it would be OK. And it has been perfect.
So I did a few months, to no avail. By this point I was a complete bundle of stress and felt I was going to pop so suggested dp have a go. B*tch: she conceived first time And now we have our wonderful, beautiful happy ds, and it's truly great.
But I have been trying again for no2 for over a year, with nothing happening at all. It's been really hard - as you all know - although I do appreciate that I have ds and that's great. I've been through the really bad stuff about not conceiving, which you all know so don't need to elaborate. But I think what's changing now is that the older ds gets the less it matters that I wasn't pregnant with him, give birth to him, have those early months where only I could give him what he really needed: He is definately my son.
We are very happy (though also tired, busy, stressed etc) and love our little family. So perhaps the pressure is easing off us now. It really wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't concieve and dp had to have all our babies, or if we didn't have any more. I think this is why I feel calmer this month. I'm lucky to have a back-up womb in my relationship !