I know I should be grateful for my daughter, and I absolutely am. I came to motherhood later in life and I absolutely adore her.
But my heart aches for another. All of the influencer mums who had their first at the time I had DD are now pregnant again with their second. An acquaintance is onto her sixth when she can't cope with the five she has.
It's making me bitter and uncharitable. We're starting tests this month, and I had a sliver of hope that the act of making the appointments would mean I got pregnant this cycle.
I know I should concentrate on DD, but I'm just allowing myself a small rant. I desperately don't want her to be an only child, as both DH and I are, and we have such a small family circle. Adoption is out of the question as I'm adopted myself, and I just don't want to go down that route.
Sorry for the self-indulgence. Maybe what I've written will chime with someone else.