I am so frustrated with myself and just can’t shake it. I am so lucky and grateful, I have a lovely husband, a beautiful son, a job and our house. I have a lovely life that if you’d asked me 10 years ago would I be content I would have bitten your hand off.
But I feel regret and pain - I didn’t try for a second child as I was too scared and traumatised after my son was born. I convinced myself I was fine with one but now he’s growing up, I’m too old, and my heart is breaking. I know people go through such heartbreaking struggles with fertility and I’m so grateful to have my son. But I wasn’t even strong enough to even try for a second. How pathetic…
Any advice on how to move forward. Get over the regret? Sorry for the miserable post on a Sunday night.