I have mixed feelings about being the non-gestational parent of our future child. I spent my entire life adamant that I never wanted to be pregnant. Horror stories recounted time and time again by my mother, seeing saggy stretch-mark plagued boobs, bellies, and hips, as well as my own body dis morphia dissuaded me from thinking that pregnancy was something I would ever want to do.
When I hit my thirties, my body changed a bit. My hips widened, I had more fat on my belly, and all of my sharp corners and edges softened a bit. I was starting to look like a thirty-year-old! My perspective on life had changed as well. I had left my career as a licensed primary health care professional and clinical instructor, and went back to school to be a high school teacher. Many people were shocked by my decision, but when I explained using one word, they understood. That word was happiness. I was miserable as a doctor, and didn’t want to waste the rest of my life continuing to live that way. I wanted to enjoy my work, but also make room for a family. This is when we knew we were ready to start talking about having a family.
To be continued in another post….
My original purpose for this post was actually to share this: http://weseekjoy.blogspot.ca/2013/12/babies-ruin-bodies.html?m=1
As my perspective changed, I started to realize how beautiful the changing pregnant and post-partum body was. Reading the above post highlighted how lucky DW and I are to be able to do a reciprocal IVF. Her connection with our children will be deeply rooted in her own body, and mine will be in reflections of myself and my family in them. Each of us receives a gift from these babies.