After 8 years of togetherness, adoption and foster care, it is finally official. I'm pregnant with his child!

My Captain had a vasectomy before meeting me but had frozen his sperm. He was against having biological children for a number of reasons but the doctor convinced him to freeze his sperm. I'm thinking about baking that doctor a cake.

I thought I could be happy with this. He made this clear as well as a number of other things about himself before he let me move into his house. Despite agreeing to the idea that I'd never have my own child I've never stopped thinking about it. If it never happened I think I could still be happy, but it was always on my mind.

I didn't nag him, or pressure him. I simply continued to be myself. A mother to our adopted son and various foster kids, an attentive woman to his needs, the "love of his life."

After a few weeks of agreements, conversation, planning, meetings with our lawyers and accountants, doctor's visits, he decided that he was ready. He found a satisfaction way to manage the fears he had about having a child of his own. I was willing to do anything, and so we did.

Apparently I'm quite fertile~ The IVF was successful. I'm pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything. The people here have been a wonderful community. I'll probably be posting far less often as I focus on this baby. As we focus on this together. It's been quite an exciting journey. Our relationships isn't exactly conventional but despite that I received so much support.

If you have any experiences you want to share about your pregnancy(s), or books you'd recommend please do.

Bless you all!