Op, I am so sorry for your losses.
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My story is slightly different in that mine was a case of secondary infertility. We had ds after thirteen months of trying so I did anticipate that perhaps it could take a bit longer with a second. When DS was two we therefore decided to start TTC again, thinking that it might take about a year or so.
The year came and went, I had a couple of missed periods, even an appointment with a GP where she told me she would eat her hat if I wasn't pregnant even though tests were showing negative, etc. My ramblings are all there on the TTC boards somewhere.
Anyway after about two years of trying I told myself and everyone else that I was going to stop trying and accept that it just wasn't meant to be. Of course that wasn't what happened. I didn't use contraception and of course in my heart of hearts I hoped every month that this would be the month. Still did pregnancy tests from time to time, told myself that given I'd decided to relax it would happen when least expected, like with all those other women who had a friend of a friend it had happened to. I even sold all the baby furniture believing somewhere deep down that this was all I had to do to fall pregnant.
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Then, I went away for a week without my dh. Ironically my period was late just before I went, and I waited with anticipation, because I needed my period to come. It didn't, for days. I was sure, this was the time. And then I did a test. It was negative. And my period arrived within a couple of hours. I actually got to a stage during this point where I used to consider taking a pregnancy test to be a bit of a switch for my periods if they were late.
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And during that week away I had a sudden lightbulb moment. I realised that I'd spent the past six years of my life hoping, waiting, wondering, telling the world that I'd stopped trying but actually holding on to some invisible and impossible hope that it might happen when in reality I knew that I was now facing a nine year age gap between children and I'd lost my identity. And I realised that was it.
I came home and told my DH that I wanted to stop trying, wanted to start using contraception, and wanted to go back to work. So we did.
Me and H are no longer together now, and ironically he has just had a baby with someone else. But I am totally at peace with my own decision to stop. I do now have a new partner, and in moments of thought I think about what if we had a child together..... But I am 42 now, and I look at other people with screaming tantrum ing babies and toddlers, and then I think about eXH and the fact he will be 60 by the time his baby turns eighteen, and actually, while the fleeting thought of a baby makes me think for a second, the actual reality of having one is something I am quite done with.
I might get a kitten though.
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Only you will know when it is right to stop. Everyone has the right intention when they tell you to stop/relax/keep trying/never give up hope, but ultimately your story is yours alone and only you can write the ending. And even if you stopped this month you can go back next month, or perhaps you won't, and time will give you your conclusion. But whatever you decide, and however that decision comes, be kind to yourself.
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