Quote from: ButterflyVickster on June 15, 2014, 08:08:40 PM
Ive already have strong maternal instincts, I'm a little concerned now.
The only reason I wanted a child was because my dad wanted a grandchild with the family name. But I was Invited to baby for my first niece and that changed everything for me. I've always felt partly responsible in some way for the welfare of every child and/or seemingly dependant person close to me. But never wanted a child for me. Antill that day, yes she was crying, I thought I had everything covered, nappy check, food check, drink check, temp check, toys check, she wouldn't have any of it (did you notice what I missed?).
So I'm in a bit of a pickle this really easy no problem job just became the most difficult thing I've ever done. So I phone mommy and daddy, explain my check list and their like well be home in an hour. So phew not long to go. No problem, wrong a baby crying in your care is the worst thing you can ever here. I didn't know what to do, and I was really ashamed that I was actually become angry with this poor little innocent child because I was stupid.
So I took a cushion of off the sofa, placed it in the middle of the room and sat down and began to cry myself. This meant I didn't hear her stop crying. A little bit later I suddenly became very aware that my left side was a little warmer, I looked and I had this quite little baby asleep on the sofa next to me. She had climbed the sofa and laid against me and gone to sleep. That was it for me. Wanted my own then, but thought of being a daddy sent my dysphoria into a downwards spiral. I knew I would come out and didn't want to face loosing my family. And I wanted to be a mommy.
So I'm worried considering its already bad, will It become unbearable for me
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Is it in vain to dream of one day being able to afford a womb transplant, and egg nucleus transfer. Probably so. But one can hope
Oh my gosh, that would've had me too, kind of like when my Snickers when she was just a tinnie tiny puppy, I didn't want her, tried to hate her, and she climbed up onto my purse and fell asleep. I started crying, she got to my heart, and that was the first time I took a picture of her too.
Being the way I am with Snickers my mom says I'd have made a terrible mother, I'd be so wrapped around my kid(s) fingers, they'd be spoiled something terrible. But nah, I'd been a wonderful mom. Maybe in another life.
Quote from: Evelyn K on June 15, 2014, 08:17:36 PM
Why'd you stop E anywayz?
Abruptly moved to another state, prescription ran out, don't yet have a doctor here and so far can't find one that doesn't cost an arm and a leg. Its really all of a matter of costs, I'm poor. But I have been offered a helping hand, just have to find the right time to reach out and grab hold.
Quote from: DolceFragola on June 15, 2014, 08:47:45 PM
Oh, I have these so much.
Before HRT, I never wanted children. I didn't bank sperm or anything. However, when my estrogen levels increased, I had very strong urges, sometimes of the "I should have random sex and hope a baby happens" kind. Which is weird, because I have no desire for sex, + I'm infertile. And it caused me a lot of dysphoria, because I would want to be pregnant myself. Not gonna happen 
It was amplified by the fact that I have a new friend who has a child.
Me too. My mom before I started HRT so many years ago had asked me if I wanted to bank my sperm, I said, "Hell no!" If I can't become pregnant and have them myself then I don't want no part in it at all. It just felt wrong for me, that'd make me feel like I were a father. My mom has three grandchildren, all boys, from my sister. None from my brother but since he decided he's not going to be a part of any of our lives anymore guess she'll never know if/when he ever does have children. And me, nope, never going to happen, even if I wasn't sterile I'd never do it. I am sometimes kind of sad about it, because I would've made a great mom. Sure, I suppose adoption could be an option, but I'm in no shape to take care of a child at this point in my life, I can't even take care of myself.