I have a DD, 5, who is absolutely wonderful and the best thing ever to happen in my life. I love being her mum. I also have a history of fertility issues/pregnancy loss, and I'm 37.
Here's the thing. I always wanted to be pregnant and have a baby; when I met my DP she knew it might be harder for me, and she was older, so we agreed she'd try first. I will admit we really didn't think it all through enough. DP had a rotten pregnancy, we both suddenly found out how homophobic all the structures around pregnancy/childbirth are, and DP had a traumatic labour, after which DD was seriously ill for a bit and a bit fragile for a fair bit longer again. At the same time, we went from being reasonably financially comfortable to financially struggling a bit. Part of this was to do with circumstances beyond our control; part was to do with DP's financial history, which was a major bone of contention. We did a major location change and had other issues. On top of that DD was right at the far end of the spectrum for sleep. All in all it was a pretty hard, stressful few years. Our relationship got very seriously rocky; I thought I was going to leave several times.
One major issue was that, through all this, DP thought she was being self-sacrificing in offering to be the pregnant one - she wanted children but thought of pregnancy as an unpleasant but necessary means to an end. I thought I was being self-sacrificing in accepting she'd try first. We both resented each other, and it really didn't help that people kept assuming I would naturally be the maternal one who'd get pregnant, and she wouldn't. After DD was born DP really didn't want another baby for a long time; I felt cheated by this as it wasn't what we'd agreed. This all sounds very simple, but it took us years to figure out this was what was underlying all of our arguments. I have to admit that, now I understand where she was coming from and she understands me, we have resolved quite a lot of our relationship issues.
Still with me?
DP would now be supportive of me TTC. But I'm wavering. It's expensive, obviously. It could be a lot of stress and heartbreak for nothing. It may well disrupt the possibly quite fragile peace in our relationship. We could use the money for so many other things. I found the financial instability very scary; I am scared of getting into it again. I am scared of having another child who doesn't sleep (really, really, really doesn't sleep). I am also a bit scared of having a traumatic labour like DP, and DP is very scared of this (understandably).
OTOH, babies are lovely, and I loved DD's baby stage. I really enjoy toddlers. I have such gorgeous, idyllic memories of DD at all of those ages - and even though things were very hard in other ways, it was a wonderful time. I can't help feeling that it might be easier with a second baby, because we shouldn't be so badly off financially, unless something else unforeseen happens, and we'd know better what we'd be doing, and neither of us would be feeling we were sacrificing the thing we really wanted to be doing. But perhaps this is just wishful thinking?
If you've made it this far and still have energy to comment, thank you!