Here I am. 37, 2 children, 1 girl and 1 boy and consensus (husband, family, friends) seem to agree that I should just get on with things and not expect to have another child. "you've done your bit" they say, "time to think of your career", they say, "you are too old now", "you wouldn't survive the sleep deprivation again", "time to move on".
Well, I can't move on. Call me selfish, masochist, whatever you want, but I constantly think about having another baby, growing it inside me, going through another birth (this might sound crazy to some, but the births of my 2 children are the two greatest moments in my life!)... and then, think of the cuddles, breast-feeding, nurturing, smiling and pure love of discovering your new born.
Am I being unreasonable? Or do I need therapy? My broodiness is verging on obsessiveness but nothing else in my life seems to be worth doing. Am I normal???