It's beautiful to be positive. It's nature to want to bring new life. What an experience to stare death in the face, the raw pain of natural birth, I somehow accomplished 3 times. Torn to shreds, crying in pain during breast feeding. It's not pretty yet a miracle at the same time. The bonding is not always instant. I was too young. My husband covered his head in the night while I tried to stop her crying. I envy women who had support in those early nights. Then one morning at 2 months old, I woke up to her looking at me, smiling, she loved me. That moment possibly worth a lifetime of pain.

Realistically... There is no time for depression or irresponsible hypo/mania if you want to give them the best chance. Better chances with 2 parents. Even with 2 parents, I grew up in a home of secrecy, not knowing when it was ok to be happy, not knowing why dad didn't leave his room for weeks except to work, not knowing why it was suddenly fun happy family time. He didn't mean to neglect me, as I've never meant to neglect mine. I've kept a job, as a single parent, volunteered at school when i can, provided food & shelter. But it's important to remember they need so much more to become a healthy person.

I love them more than anything, words cannot describe. It was a beautiful dream with the best intentions. Everyone of course has that right to pursue their dream. It can happen so quickly and naturally, but is a hugely serious endeavor. Huge. And yours and your gf's decision alone. I like to think anything of love & beauty possible.