This has been kind of a hard day. And a happy day too.
One of my best friends (we call ourself sisters) had a second baby today. I'm getting 34 this year, been married for over 9 years.
I don't have this insurmountable urge for a baby, but I think that feeling is slowly sneeking up on me.
I sometimes think it'll be too late for me, sometimes I just don't want children, sometimes I do. It gets me confused.
I've only 'started' treatment (August 2012), have no idea how long it'll take, don't know if it works, cause I don't feel any change at all, on the contrary. And it has been in me for half of my life.
My husband says everything will work out fine, but I'm confused, and I honestly don't know.
I don't even know if I can have children with the chemotherapy I had when I was young, because of the damage that Lyme/Bart has caused. Everything is so unsure. I know I shouldn't think too much about that, but the clock is ticking.
Then there's the comments from people saying I'm getting 'old' to have my first child, asking questions that aren't theiry business...
Big sigh...