I chickened out again last night, despite eyeing my car up for how a 3rd car seat would fit in the back (absolutely do-able, btw) and looking wistfully at new prams and baby clothes. I was with my DM and shehas said in the past - and again yesterday - that she envisages a third baby for us. I blurted out after a couple of glasses of
to my DM that:
Me: I just wonder whether we should try for one more! Before I get too old!
DM: Well, you still have time.
Me: But I've been thinking about it for 13 months and I just don't know!
DM: Well
Only you can decide ...
And that was it. She can be difficult to talk to sometimes; maybe this is uncomfortable for her? She was physically present but somewhat emotionally absent at the same time when we were having fertility investigations/treatment in 2011. (For example, she promised she would go in with me when I had a HSG, but at the last minute, changed her mind so I was in there alone, which I absolutely did not want). Also, I know she thinks my hands are pretty full already. I thinj she finds my real emotions hard to handle, and that's why I rarely let the deepest ones out (to DM, anyway).
All the practicalities weigh so heavily on my mind: we couldn't have another baby in this house as there is not really enough room as it is, and a move wouldn't be easy (we need to save more).
I'm also scared of really wanting it, and it not happening.
That's a lot to get out on a Thursday morning!