I’m sure I’m being dramatic and maybe hormonal. But having recently concluded that another baby would be too much of a stretch financially, I’m finding it really hard to accept and move on.
And yes, many people don’t have as many as they’d like (or any), and we’re fortunate to have our two, and all that standard stuff. I know, and I’m so grateful and I’m definitely being unreasonable…
But it’s not even that I want to be pregnant or have another baby, in itself. I literally feel like there’s a fifth member of our family missing and I might never meet them, due to making the responsible choice. Can anyone empathise? This feeling will pass, won’t it?