It's been nearly a year since I divorced, and marriage doesn't hold the slightest appeal. However, I've wanted to raise a child for the last ten years, and I have never made it a priority. While I'm beginning to be interested in dating, serious dating just sounds gross. I don't see wanting a long-term relationship for at least a several years. But, with my thirty-fifth birthday just weeks away, I realize that I want a child, and the time for waiting has passed. I've spent a year thinking about this decision and questioning the wisdom. It seems right for me.
I've made an appointment with fertility specialist to discuss how I will become pregnant. Not having sperm is a huge fertility issue, and I'm about to dive into the realm of sperm banks and turkey basters. It is unknown and scary and hopeful--all at once. There are too many stories about dashed hopes, and I try to restrain my dreams of a child until the unknown factors are more certain. But hope is a stubborn thing.
Great blog! I wish you so much luck in your journey!!
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