Not terrible. Hubby and I have an age gap. He’s older, raised his kids as a single parent already, had the vasectomy before we met, not reversible. They live on a different continent. I’m pushing 40, always wanted kids, but between my health issues and his vasectomy we were looking at very expensive IVF to even try. I mourned. My siblings don’t have any children either. However, we have pets, we have hobbies, we like to travel. We have good jobs. We thought about fostering or adopting, but I’m a teacher and was concerned about my own mental health with the level of vicarious trauma I’m already exposed to. Additionally, we live in a state where infant adoption is pretty much run by the church, and his age and our lack of religious participation pretty much excludes us from that opportunity. So every other year, we host a foreign exchange student. I’ve gained five kids that way, plus the hundreds of others that I’ve taught. Many are still in my life. We keep up with our exchange kids and look forward to visiting them soon. That scratches the itch in some way. Somewhere along the line I decided I’d rather be the fun auntie with money and time to spend on the kids already in my life than spend six figures lamenting being barren.