The IVF Man-Blog

 The first couple of years of marriage were an absolute blast.  Loads of fun, loads of adventures, meeting new people and discovering new about ourselves.  Now, I want to be clear - marriage is still awesome -  (I'm actually writing this blog post 7 years on from this time) - but I'm setting the scene - please bear with.) After 2 years, I felt pretty much ready to have children. I had progressed in my job and had a salary that I felt was enough to cover the expense of a child. Although, when discussing this particular concept with friends (some of whom had kids, some without), I would always get wry smile and a chuckled "You'll never have enough", "just wait until you start paying for nursery fees - you won't know what spare money looks like". Friends, eh? One minute they'll tell you how kids are the best things in the world and we should definitely do it, but don't have them until you win the lottery! Luckily, I felt strong enough in my con...

When I felt that the relationship with Rachel was starting to get serious I set my stall out early. It seemed only right; kids were an important part of my life journey, and despite not knowing 100% that I wanted them (maybe 80% - I mean, can anyone be 100% certain of anything so life-changing??), I felt it was my moral duty to put forward my position. Rachel might have had no aspirations for children, what would I have done then?  You read all sorts of stories of children brought into the world with parents who have an unstable relationship. Maybe the children were an accident, maybe they were the cause of the relationship issues, or maybe the parents are just arseholes anyway - whatever the reason, I wanted to be certain that I had given the relationship (and eventual marriage) as long a time to grow and strengthen as possible - logic would suggest that's the best thing for the child, and for any challenges that might come up along the way in bringing them up - I'm yet to spe...