We live in Brisbane and my husband and I met 4 years ago, and have been married for a little over a year now. We knew from the very beginning that we wanted to have children. My husband has a 9 year old daughter from a previous relationship who we have 100% custody of, and without her, I don't think I would have been able to make it through this tremendously difficult time. I am very grateful and feel blessed to have her in our lives.
I wanted to tell our whole journey, so I'm sorry if it's long. I am 27 and my DH is 30, and we decided shortly after the wedding to start TTC, but I had this feeling that something wasn't right from the start. This was confirmed when my periods hadn't returned for 6 months after ceasing contraception. This triggered my visit to the GP. Bloods were ordered and once I had the results, I was back to the GP to talk about exactly what they meant. She didn't seem too concerned at the time, but then proceeded to tell me that my hormone levels were that of a post menopausal women. How is that something to NOT be concerned about? I couldn't believe it. She tried to reassure me that I was "still young", and to give it some time and we'll test again in a month.
Repeat tests showed nothing new. In fact, the hormone levels were getting worse. This is when she decided to refer me to a reproductive endocrinologist. Throughout this time, my DH was nothing but supportive and positive that the situation would be ok, but I knew deep down that something was wrong. After an agonising wait to get to see the RE, all my fears were confirmed. At the age of 27, I had already gone through menopause. Even though I knew what the RE was going to tell us, I still broke down when it was confirmed that I could never have a biological child. To go from talking to your husband about what your kids will look like, to six months later having that ripped from me was so hard to accept. I cried..... I cried a lot. For the loss of that genetic link, for my husband and I creating a life together.
That's when I started researching about other avenues, and came across many sites with information about donor eggs. At the beginning I still mourned for that loss of a genetic link, but I soon discovered that that was such a small part of the whole process of creating a beautiful baby. I would still have that amazing bond with my baby that I would carry for 9 months, that I would nourish and help grow. With these thoughts I grew excited about the beginning of a new journey for my DH and I, and I feel I am finally at peace with my body and ready to move on.
So here we are, let the journey begin!