Because I've been watching something on TV and the dad wants another kid and it just reminded me again about us.
Sigh. I don't even know why we didn't have another. So strange. I can't actually remember making a decision, but somehow it never happened, and now it's too late.I don't think DD cares really, but I would've liked a bigger family. Just the idea of having several kids, grandkids... The thought that if something happens to one (God forbid) we wouldn't be alone.
But I can't remember how or why, it didn't happen?! I guess other stuff got in the way, or my health, or we just didn't try hard enough?