I struggled for years with the dreaded “when are you going to have children?” question.
Even “have you got children?” would fill me with dread because I knew questions would follow about ‘when’ shortly after. Or worse: “if you stop thinking about it; it will happen.”
I just want to scream: I HAVE BARELY ANY EGGS AND THOSE I HAVE ARE SH*T!
Of course, Mr Emu learnt to handle them much quicker. He takes some satisfaction out of telling people we can’t have children; just to watch them squirm.
It’s take years for me to be strong and handle those questions the best way I can.
But nothing prepared me for this question last night from a woman in our circle of friends. Chatting away about how a lot of our friends have children who just didn’t sleep well for first 6-9 months. Bloody hell; I rocked nearly all 6 of these children to sleep at 11pm so mum could have some rest. It was hard for them. I could tell this. And then she asks:
“And is that why you both don’t want children?”
I’ve never been asked it before. I wept when I got in to bed. Is that what I’ve become? An age of 36 and career at director level meaning that society thinks I don’t want children?
Humph. How do we still live in a world that there is still no self awareness about infertility?
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