I have a huge success story, probably the ultimate success story.
DH and I were friends, completely platonic, for years before we became a couple. He was out of a divorce and in a crappy relationship with a woman who was a BEAST at faking pregnances to try and rope him into marriage. We're talking would buy poisitive pregnancy tests and wave them around and when he got suspicious and asked to go to doctor's visits and see ultrasounds, she'd say there was a cancellation and finally mysteriously miscarry. He'd suggest taking her to the ER to have her checked out, she'd refuse and flip out. Anyway... The marriage previous to that peach of a woman was another real peach (we'll save the details) who bore him three gorgeous daughters all in relatively short succession even when he was saying "let's wait, let's be more financially secure" etc etc as he was in the Navy and spent 11 out of his 14 years out at sea.
Needless to say, he was NOT interested in marriage or kids which, whatever, we were friends only and it didn't make a difference to me one way or the other.
Cue him leaving the military and splitting from Psycho-Peach. We started talking more frequently, I'd split from my ex after 7 years of dead ends, and we weren't thinking about a relationship or anything. I wanted kids. Motherhood was the holygrail of personal goals for me and I didn't want to miss it for anyone or anything and I had long ago understood where my now DH was coming from. He was/is also 11 years my senior and I'd written him off... Until he, one day, spouted off this grand confession/profession of how I made him want the whole enchilada again.
2 years later (and after 6 months of trying) we conceived our son and I was DETERMINED to have at least one more. I even told DH that while in the recovery room right after my C-Section. I got a "No way", and then a "We'll see." which then turned into a "Honey, he's my 4th. I'd like to be able to retire!" which turned into a discussion HE started over this past Memorial Day about baby names.
And then? Surprise. We got pregnant in June. Totally unplanned, I wasn't even tracking my cycles, nothing. We never use protection, so it's like we're constantly NTNP. DS is 20 months old at present and, yes, I was nervous to tell him, but he was over the moon and is super happy and attentive and just over all chirpy and spends his nights trying to feel the faintest flutter even though he knows the drill about how it can take a fair bit before he will.
So ladies... They usually come around. Just hang in there and try not to be super pesty. Plant the seed, talk about it every once in awhile, don't resort to theatrics, and it will likely take it's course
I am beside myself every time we get into the 'discussion'.. which basically consists of him saying no, forget it, blah blah blah and me holding back tears and hating him for 3-4 days. 
