Hello all! I'm so glad that I've found you all as I've been feeling like a bit of a fraud hovering about the edges of MN where everyone's already TTC.I'm gonna rant now, please don't worry it's just that the hungry for babies monster needs to be released.
I'm roaring and ready to go! My DH recently explained to me that the reason he'd joined his workmate in volunteering at a local childrens project was because he was worried that he'd be a bad father (what do our parents do to us ), but now he's ready to go too...
Although I've been desperate for years we haven't tried for children in the past as we've had debts up to our eyeballs, but now they're all paid off and we've got oodles to cover kiddies. I'm also working in a perfect job for maternity leave/shift swaps to fit in when no.1 arrives!
Only we're a bit bgrd. We have no space.. And apparently we're deeply in negative equity so we can't move either, and it's anyones guess how long it's gonna take the market to pick up. Now I'm getting so desperate for kiddies I've been wandering around the house trying to work out where I could squeeze a cot (surely they just eat and sleep, they can live in the cot can't they? why would they need space for more? ) but I can't work it, every single inch of this tiny place is covered in essentials for my DH's work.
So I'm thirty in two months, forced by the economy to wait even longer, yet I've got the specter over my head that both my mum and maternal grandma had to have hysterectomies by their early thirties due to problems (mum-33, nan 35) so if things go badly I've three years for the market to improve, TTC, be pregnant, and then go at least once again...
Why do the years go so quickly? And when did this scary baby needing monster decide to eat my insides and take up residence, 'cos it feels like it's been there for years...
Still, love and hugs and pink-iced-butterfly buns to all!