Anonymous wrote:I am a PP. I think it's rude of your coworkers to have these conversations, much less in front of you. I mean, aren't they aware of your life circumstances? And, moreover, are their own lives so limited that they can only imagine one way of living? So strange for adults to be so closed-minded. Haven't they lived their lives and realized that things work out differently sometimes than one has planned? If not in this particular situation for them (kids) but in others (career, education, etc.)?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I typically don't. But just now in my office, there was a spirited discussion about having kids (everyone has more than one but me) and the age when you have them (younger is better) and how now at 50, you can be footloose and fancy-free because the kids are on their own. I'm 48 with a 4 year old. DH is 52. Wanted more, but we're lucky to have the one we have. Did years of IVF, then adopted. We talked about having more (I've always wanted more), but money was an issue. I adore my kid and DH and generally enjoy my situation, but I felt tears coming on, so I just walked out of the office to the bathroom. I didn't make a scene. It just surprises me that I reacted like that. It isn't like me. I guess sometimes those feelings are buried deep and it doesn't take much to bring them rushing back to the surface.
Heavy sigh.......
Why did you wait so long?
Anonymous wrote:Life. I was 35 when we got married, and we started trying right away. Sometimes things don't happen the way you think they should.
Thanks to the other PPs. I appreciate the support. I never feel like it's wrong to have only one, or that I somehow failed. We went to hell and back trying. The kid we have is definitely meant to be ours. Sometimes, I just wish I could give her a sibling, for her and for us.
These discussions happen every so often in my office and no one means any offense. I usually just stay quiet. I don't usually walk away feeling less than, but today was different.
Anonymous wrote:Life. I was 35 when we got married, and we started trying right away. Sometimes things don't happen the way you think they should.
Thanks to the other PPs. I appreciate the support. I never feel like it's wrong to have only one, or that I somehow failed. We went to hell and back trying. The kid we have is definitely meant to be ours. Sometimes, I just wish I could give her a sibling, for her and for us.
These discussions happen every so often in my office and no one means any offense. I usually just stay quiet. I don't usually walk away feeling less than, but today was different.
Anonymous wrote:I typically don't. But just now in my office, there was a spirited discussion about having kids (everyone has more than one but me) and the age when you have them (younger is better) and how now at 50, you can be footloose and fancy-free because the kids are on their own. I'm 48 with a 4 year old. DH is 52. Wanted more, but we're lucky to have the one we have. Did years of IVF, then adopted. We talked about having more (I've always wanted more), but money was an issue. I adore my kid and DH and generally enjoy my situation, but I felt tears coming on, so I just walked out of the office to the bathroom. I didn't make a scene. It just surprises me that I reacted like that. It isn't like me. I guess sometimes those feelings are buried deep and it doesn't take much to bring them rushing back to the surface.
Heavy sigh.......