I am 42 in three weeks.
My youngest is 17 months. I do not need to have another child. Pregnancy is hell for me. I suffer from HG, I spend large chunks of time in hospital on drips for dehydration as even the strongest anti sickness medication doesn’t help me much (over three pregnancies, I’ve tried them all) and I am sick constantly and feel like I am about to die from 5 weeks until the baby is born. I honestly have to spend most of those 9 months laying completely still in a dark room.
I have three amazing children, with huge age gaps (oldest is 20 this year), due to the horrific pregnancies - I’ve basically waited to have another until the child already here is old enough to tolerate and understand me being almost totally incapacitated for the entire 9 months. There is no way on earth, even with my very supportive husband who takes over as much as possible while working full time, that I could even contemplate a pregnancy with a toddler to look after. It wouldn’t be fair on her.
Plus, I have enough children already.
Why the hell does my mind not realise all of this?
I even dream of having another baby sometimes.
Tell me it will pass.