The end of the line...how to move on?
I don't know if there's anyone out there who has faced this, as I can see why you would stop coming here and close the whole page on this subject as much as you can...but still, here goes:
I'm too old to have any more of my own genetic children (46), and pre-eclampsia in my last PG and borderline high BP makes even a donor egg PG a bad idea. DH was willing to consider adoption...from Russia, but that's now closed. A special needs or trans-racial adoption he won't go for, not at all. And our four children are two more than he ever wanted anyway.
It may be time for me to come to terms with the idea that I will never have my son. I've spent the last 5 years, since the birth of our last girls, plotting, researching, comparing, dreaming, planning, proposing and begging. The dream of getting our boy has kept me going, kept me alive. And now that it looks like it won't happen (it hurts physically even to type this) I feel totally hollow inside, or on the verge of tears all the time, like someone whose skin has been stripped off and every breath of air puts fire to your nerves. I'm not trying to be dramatic here, but it's truly agonizing. DH doesn't get it, he really doesn't.
So I'm kind of desperately hoping someone can shine some light at the end of this dark tunnel. I know the contingent here is mostly younger, fertile, and in a different space. Still...anyone?