We look forward to meeting you and Cheryl on the Greek Isles Cruise. Although we're ecstatic to be taking an actual full two week "mommy break", I have no doubt I'll be jonesing for my girls about 3 days in. My heart is touched by the sincerity of your quest (questioning yourself) about parenthood. It was a dream I had begun packing away - always a painful growing up and on process - when I met my Marcie. We both held identical wishes about having a baby (s); we wanted to know the father whether he became a dad or not, we realized changes in aspects of our lives would occur, most we expected, some we did not but found all new parents, gay or straight, experienced the same. We absorbed our first daughter right into our lives and habits and ways. Her first camping trip was at 3 months old. We did get rid of the tent and buy a pop up, but that was more for the pregnant lady than the baby. Katie came along by way of Nikki's dad's partner four yeras later. Yep, that's right, our girls have 2 moms and 2 dads. They've been together 25 years, raised and tragically lost a son from Ed's brief marriage. Marcie and I are in our 16th year and have, goddess help us, a 13 year old - stop rolling your eyes when I talk to you or I will start dancing in front of your friends, I swear I will - (humiliation is a powerful tool with adolescents); and a 9 year old who channels the Crocodile Hunter and knows no fear except sleeping by herself at night.
Oh, Scuba, I was so scared when we actually started impregnating, I was so afraid of not being ready, not being worthy, not being unselfish enough. You know what, I was right. There's never enough money, time, and if you ask them, love and devotion to divide between children, wife, self, career, birth family, lah, lah, lah all that makes up the life you live. But you know what, I love my life. I may want more time for me, I may wish I'd done this sooner, I may mutter every other day that I'm too old for this ***, but I would never change the honor of raising two baby women into grown women and having them in my life and in my hair and in my way and in my wallet. The feel of those tiny hands in yours, the ache when they don't want to hold your hand anymore, the realization that "fixing" every hurt they experience doesn't "fix" anything for them, then teaching them how to turn hurt into fertilizer that grows this child to womanhood and .....holy ***, I wax poetic and I apologize. Your post really touched me.
I work for the school district on this side of Florida myself and I often think how the *** government requires a license or permit for everything from cutting hair to installing a hot water heater, but most anybody can make a baby. You and your partner will be fine and very good at this because you are questing and questioning. And you've asked the primary one and it's not, "What will our lives be like if we have a baby?" It's "What will we miss if we don't try?" Not all of us can get pregnant, I wasn't able to. Freaky thing, turning 40 trying to get pregnant. Great OBGYN though, she told me to hush and be thankful my family was blessed with two wombs.
Any way, look forward to meeting you and Cheryl. Take care, Karen, (and Marcie and Nik and Kat) and Scruffy and Mimi and Gypsy and Li'l Bit.............jeez, I need a break, when do we sail?