nokids

It was at my mother’s funeral, (she died just 6 months after I had qualified as a solicitor, but before I had found a job as one, so disappointing her to the last), that I suddenly realised it was now or never. I was nearly 43. An acquaintance at the funeral, not knowing what my constant thoughts were about, fortuitiously told me about another mutual acquaintance who had decided to have a child on her own, and was very happy. “Well” I thought, “If she can do it, so can I”.

I did some research on the internet. I answered some ads, I placed some other ads. I met some potential sperms donors. I found one. We had a long discussion. I drew up a letter setting out what we had agreed and we both signed it, not for the purposes of legalities, but just so that we were both clear about the situation.

I spent a year trying to get pregnant with him. Yes – you guessed it – we soon abandoned the turkey baster method, and went “au naturel”. Why not? He had kids already and felt sympathy for me, and I did not see why I should not have a little fillip with my donation.

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