I have 2 IMO beautiful children, a boy and a girl. DD has just turned 1 and after being a bit of a velcro baby is now entering a golden phase of delightfulness. This combined with me getting a teeny tiny bit of time away from the home (am SAHM) has made the last couple of months so enjoyable and I feel like we've finally hit our stride. In all honesty the first 10 months of her life were a bit of a shock to the system and I found the jump from 1 to 2 children far harder than 0 to 1.
DH is convinced that he doesn't want any more children and in my saner moments I agree with him. He has made an appointment to speak to the GP to get a referral for a vasectomy. Financially we can manage at the moment (although money is tight), we can give both children quite a bit of attention and we all fit in our house fairly comfortably. 3 would stretch us financially and if I'm honest probably mentally for me too.
Why then, when I know it makes sense to accept that our family is complete, do I find it so sad to accept that I'll never be pregnant again and we'll never have another baby? I don't even particularly like being pregnant or find the newborn stage easy (tend to overthink things and worry excessively).
I feel so ridiculously lucky to have my children and need someone to kick my arse and tell me to get on with it.