Before I start rambling on about the things that are happening in the present I had better fill in the gaps with a bit of back story around how I ended up here…
In my last relationship I was really clear that I wanted to have a baby within the next couple of years and that was a deal breaker for me. The Boy (as he shall hereafter be known) was a couple of years younger than me and tried to convince me otherwise as he wasn’t ready yet (hence being a boy vs. a man); he had me considering it when something terrible reared its head… my periods started to disappear. Continue reading
Here I am, just shy of a month after my 33rd birthday, and I have made the bold and wonderful decision to become a “Single Mother By Choice” (SMBC) a.k.a “Choice Mum”.
This is a decision I have had in the back of my mind for years. I always wanted a family while I was young so I envisioned myself getting married and having kids in my mid-20s – 2, maybe 3 – and if that doesn’t work out I’ll go to a sperm bank or adopt a baby when I’m 30. I had it all planned out. But life doesn’t give a toss about what you have planned. So, when my mid-20s came and went, and that plan hadn’t worked out, I thought “no worries” I’ll just re-plan. I wasn’t ready to give up on the idea of a husband and happily ever after, so I decided to give myself more time “If I am still single at 35 then I’ll go to a sperm bank” (I felt adoption was ruled out by a medical condition but more on that later).
The part of my new plan I didn’t count on was my biological clock starting to tick so LOUDLY so early.