OK admittedly, my DS is sleeping and I've had two glasses of wine. But I'm sitting here thinking that if all the stuff I've had to go through to get him (ectopic, miscarriages, donor, DH issues, etc) was the price I had to pay for his life, then it was a LOW price tag! Along w/his daddy, he is my love, my life and he LOVES his mommy, much to daddy's chagrin.
And btw, I was one of those women, who when I started this journey 6 years ago, SWORE that I would NEVER use a donor. Well, here I sit, WILLINGLY eating my words.
I don't want to rain on anyone's parade who is continuing to try (or even experiencing success) w/her own eggs. But I did want to express my JOY, my HAPPINESS, my CONTENTMENT in my son, in the hopes that ladies who are struggling w/the donor decision (or even ladies who were like me and said \"No way\"...) know that to DIE FOR lemonade can result from life's lemons, such that this lemonade becomes your ONE and ONLY beverage of choice.
Off to bed I go.
xox, WB