I’ve recently been torn about the idea of having a third baby. After a lot of introspection it occurs to me that in fact it’s not a third baby I want.
what I want is to time travel. Back to when my eldest (now 8) was born. It was such a happy, chaotic period in my life and suddenly I feel desperately sad that that period of my life is over.
I feel like there is nothing to look forward to now. None of the big things anyway.