If I'm honest I was never really the maternal type until I reached my middle thirties. My husband and i had been married by then for about 8 years and never used any protection but nothing happened. When i reached 38 we went to visit the Dr and found out that my husband had a very very low sperm count so we had a less than 2% chance of conceiving.
We went to visit the IVF clinic when I was 40 but I have to say my heart wasn't in it. I knew that should we manage to get a free try I would be gutted and mentally battered if it failed knowing that we wouldn't be able to afford to try again so I opted out of the possible mental torture. ( I was actually told when I got there that I was too old to qualify for the free try, it was the only time in my life that I felt my age).
January 2008 we decided to look into adoption, filled out the paper work and waited 6 months for our appointment to come up. In this time My Husband lost his job so things were tough, i was trying to make money through Car Boots and Ebay and he tried to find other work. He doesn't drink but was indulging most evenings with a Magners cider with our neighbours (Just the one bottle). We went to the Adoption meeting and i felt very remote from the whole meeting..can't explain more than that really, we decided not to make any decisions on that evening. I was going for my annual long weekend to Blackpool with my Mom in late August to coincide with my 43rd Birthday on the 1st September the week before my period hadn't started...i did some cheap tests all negative...I visited the Chemist on the Thursday she said try a better test and make sure you catch the first urine in the morning and don't drink too much fluid the night before. I got up at 6am I couldn't wait any longer..I said out loud 'Please God let this be positive' I've never been so ready for a child, I felt it in my heart and with the whole of my body. I waited only a short time for one line then slowly came the second, faint at first but it developed before my eyes I was hot and excited, scared and nervous but most of all overjoyed! My Husband wasn't quite so enthusiastic, mainly due to the shock. I decided to tell every one after only 6 weeks except my Mum & Dad who knew that morning as that was the day we were going away.
I knew in my heart i was safe to tell i have a very good gut instinct. Now I am 30 weeks pregnant on Saturday and i feel fantastic! I know now that I wouldn't have been ready at any other time in my life for my little 'Thing'.