This is very difficult and not unlike a situation I was in about 18 years ago.
The Hallgirls were about seven and nine and I was in a relationship with someone whom I loved very much. We’d been together for about four years total at that time, and he’d had a vasectomy very early on in our relationship.
I can’t really explain what happened, but there came a point in my life when I wanted another child. Was it a biological clock? Who knows. All I know is that it became horribly painful to be around women who were pregnant, babies, or toddlers. Every month that I got my period, my body would say, “I’m in mourning that you are not with child.”
Okay, a bit melodramatic, but this was a melodramatic period of my life. I wanted a third child. Desperately. Passionately.
And I knew it wasn’t happening–it couldn’t happen. Not with my partner.
The short of it was that we ended up breaking up. To this day, I believe that we both wanted different things in life. I wanted a third child, he didn’t. He wanted to have more time to focus on his career, which he did when we split. Shortly after we split, I became pregant (by someone else), and within a year, had Hallboy.
When I was pregnant with Hallboy, I knew it would be my last. I savored every single second of it (including morning sickness so bad I wanted to cry). When he was born, I savored every single second of his baby-ness, know it would be my last.
And I was perfectly fine with that.
Hallboy will be turning 18 before too long and I’ve never, ever once regretted having a third child. Might my relationship have lasted with my partner had I not wanted a third child? In retrospect, probably not, but me wanting a third child and him not wanting any kids, didn’t help our relationship.
I don’t have an answer for you, Avarie537. It’s one hell of a position to be in, and I know what it’s like to want a baby so badly that it nearly consumes your life.