chell
Mushu's Best Friend
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For some strange reason my biological clock is ticking extremely loud and clear. When I say loud I mean L-O-U-D!!! I want a baby so bad I can't stand it.
In my early 20's I tried the whole fertility route with no success at all, never even ovulated. I had pretty much tried to convince myself that I didn't even want kids of my own and that I would just adopt some day. Well now I finally realize that I've been telling myself a lie. Was it a way to stop the pain of knowing I could never have one of my own?
A few weeks ago I saw a new OB/GYN and she seems to think I may have a small sliver of a chance now of having a child of my own. Last week she had to do some blood work and in that she ran some extra tests to see where I might be in the whole eggs or lack of eggs process.
In two weeks I go back for the results and if she says I have a chance I really do want to move forward with this since my opportunity isn't going to last much longer at all.
This is where we run into yet another problem. Some of you may remember that I no longer have a man in my life. And well, as much as I have loved Junior and still love him I am glad that we never had kids together because of the medical conditions on his side of the family. I would hate to bring a child into the world knowing they would most likely suffer with something specific.
Anyway, if I choose a sperm donor how would I handle that when people ask about the father? I am NOT at all ready to rush into a relationship with someone just to find a daddy for my baby (if one can be made that is).
Deep down my heart is aching for a baby of my own. I can't lie to myself any longer. I have to mother people and nurture them, it is a part of me. But I don't think I could be a good mother for some reason. But I know my heart wants to be. I want that special person to be there the rest of my life that I can love and who will love me, even if I screw them up a bit.
I don't know why I'm posting here. Maybe someone here has been where I am and might have some words to encourage me. I don't know.
I keep thinking of the line from Steel Magnolias where Shelby says "I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special."
In my early 20's I tried the whole fertility route with no success at all, never even ovulated. I had pretty much tried to convince myself that I didn't even want kids of my own and that I would just adopt some day. Well now I finally realize that I've been telling myself a lie. Was it a way to stop the pain of knowing I could never have one of my own?
A few weeks ago I saw a new OB/GYN and she seems to think I may have a small sliver of a chance now of having a child of my own. Last week she had to do some blood work and in that she ran some extra tests to see where I might be in the whole eggs or lack of eggs process.
In two weeks I go back for the results and if she says I have a chance I really do want to move forward with this since my opportunity isn't going to last much longer at all.
This is where we run into yet another problem. Some of you may remember that I no longer have a man in my life. And well, as much as I have loved Junior and still love him I am glad that we never had kids together because of the medical conditions on his side of the family. I would hate to bring a child into the world knowing they would most likely suffer with something specific.
Anyway, if I choose a sperm donor how would I handle that when people ask about the father? I am NOT at all ready to rush into a relationship with someone just to find a daddy for my baby (if one can be made that is).
Deep down my heart is aching for a baby of my own. I can't lie to myself any longer. I have to mother people and nurture them, it is a part of me. But I don't think I could be a good mother for some reason. But I know my heart wants to be. I want that special person to be there the rest of my life that I can love and who will love me, even if I screw them up a bit.
I don't know why I'm posting here. Maybe someone here has been where I am and might have some words to encourage me. I don't know.
I keep thinking of the line from Steel Magnolias where Shelby says "I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special."

