We have 2dc. Beautiful, healthy, happy DC, and I know that I am incredibly lucky and should be grateful (and I am).
I would love another baby. DP has said no.
His reasons are sensible enough: not got lots of space, and it would mean less money for luxuries like holidays etc. I would be happy to compromise on space, holidays etc but I do understand his point.
I just can’t get the idea out of my mind, and it’s making me feel really low, and rather resentful of DP. It has been nearly 3 years since I realised that I want another and the feeling just won’t go away.
I won’t have another relationship after this, so if it’s a no from DP then it’s a no forever. So how do I cope with this crushing disappointment? I am pouring myself into the children that we already have, appreciating my time with them and trying not to dwell in the thought of another baby, but it’s there in my mind, a dozen times a day, every day.
Anyone been through similar? Did your relationship survive?