I am writing this with my beautiful 5 week old DD sleeping on my chest. I love her crazy amounts but I have quickly realised that I am not a natural mother. Its hard, relentless and I miss my old life.
Don't get me wrong, there are flashes of deep joy amid the monotony but I know that I don't want to do this again and DD will be my only.
In the early days, DH shared my view. But now he's gone back to work and his life is relatively back to normal, he's started hinting that he might like another in the future. Last night while holding a grinning DD, he said it wouldn't be so bad to have two. My heart sank a little and I am already feeling guilty about denying DH another kid and my DD a sibling. I am also terrified of allowing myself to be talked round; I have always found it hard not to indulge DH. I love him so much and it breaks my heart to think of him missing out on something he really wants. What if he resents me and it ruins our marriage?
Am I being ridiculous to think about this now? Has anyone else felt like this? Did you have another child in the end?