I've reached a real crisis point - I'm nearly 43 years old and need to decide to try for another one now, or not at all. I've researched every possible angle of this - the impact on my career, my finances, the support I'll have, on my daughter, on my mental health (had PND badly last time) and I'm satisfied with all the answers - I know what to expect, I know how to mitigate any potential issues, and I have a good idea of how to handle it all. There is one thing that stops me - my husband.
He would LOVE another child, but he will (I strongly suspect) be unable to support me emotionally or practically. When I had DD, it was covid and my PND was so bad, I had to move in with my parents, so he never witnessed any of that newborn stuff (I was away for 4 months) - it still irritates me no end that he seems to think that was a wonderful time for him, living in my house with no worries at all and going to the pub most evenings with his friends whilst I was trying not to kill myself... Anyway, I digress. He has a pretty cushty life with us really; I don't think he's ever had to do anything in the house, never had to get up with DD, never had to clean, cook, feed the animals, empty the dishwasher - nothing. He doesn't even have to worry about paying bills because I do all of that (I also have a full time job). He works for himself too, so he has the flexibility of being able to stay at home and leave when he wants, so he doesn't even do the pick up and drop offs because 'her school is near your work so makes sense for you to do them and I'm investing in the business for us' (also annoys me).
Anyway, long story short - I manage all this and I manage it well. I manage to keep on top of all our finances, run the house, do all the childcare, pets, cleaning, meals etc. and hold down a full time job. But I really would like another child and this has been something I've agonised over for years.
I'm now 43 and it is basically, now or never to try; and I realise my chances are incredibly slim, but I keep coming back to WHAT AM I DOING?! He won't help me! He won't be able to look after DD; or the animals, or the house, or anything. AM I MAD?! Things are good now, so why mess with that when I know he will be incapable of supporting me. Worth adding that I know I will have another C-section so there's that too...
And then I go the other way - WHY should I let his shitness affect my choice? I get positively angry about it; why should I allow his crap inability to do stuff, stop me from being happy if this is what I want??
And the cycle goes on and on and on and on.... Please can someone reassure me that it is possible for me to do this all without him? I feel a sadness in me which I can't shake and whilst everything is OK at the moment, I worry trying to rectify that sadness will essentially drop a grenade onto my life.
Any and all wisdom gratefully received 🙏