People are morons. Especially when they try and play the morality police. It's like there's something wrong with wanting to have children. Being in control of the prenatal environment from conception is a good thing. You know that you take your vitamins and that you don't drink and smoke and that you do your best to eat well and that you take your walk every day and get as much sleep as you can blahblahblah. I don't understand people's need to pass judgment--on infertile people or on people who have more than the freaking two point whatever children it is that they're "supposed" to have in picket fence America.
And speaking as someone who would have "just adopted" years ago if I could have made that happen, I'm thrilled to be afforded the opportunity to carry this baby. It's like a freaking miracle to me to feel him move. I don't know that I've ever experienced anything quite this profound. I know that I've done my very best to take care of him. I do all the things I'm supposed to do. I eat even when I know I'm not going to keep it, because I know he needs me to. I go for my walk even when I'm too damned tired to move, because I know he needs me to. I'm going to get to breastfeed, so I know he'll get the best nutrition for him. On and on.
Also, adoption really isn't for everyone. Just like infertility treatments aren't really for everyone. Every single person has their own set of desires; every single person has their own set of moral standards, and every single person knows what is and what is not right for them, and my gods but it burns me when someone else comes along and tries to tell them why they're wrong.
I realize I'm preaching to the choir here. All along this way I've been glad to know you, because you are one of the handful of fertile people I know who really do get it, and I appreciate the hell out of that.
And speaking as someone who would have "just adopted" years ago if I could have made that happen, I'm thrilled to be afforded the opportunity to carry this baby. It's like a freaking miracle to me to feel him move. I don't know that I've ever experienced anything quite this profound. I know that I've done my very best to take care of him. I do all the things I'm supposed to do. I eat even when I know I'm not going to keep it, because I know he needs me to. I go for my walk even when I'm too damned tired to move, because I know he needs me to. I'm going to get to breastfeed, so I know he'll get the best nutrition for him. On and on.
Also, adoption really isn't for everyone. Just like infertility treatments aren't really for everyone. Every single person has their own set of desires; every single person has their own set of moral standards, and every single person knows what is and what is not right for them, and my gods but it burns me when someone else comes along and tries to tell them why they're wrong.
I realize I'm preaching to the choir here. All along this way I've been glad to know you, because you are one of the handful of fertile people I know who really do get it, and I appreciate the hell out of that.
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