I have just been munching a 4mth old baby boy and actually had a lump in my throat when he'd gone because I know it is highly likely that I will never ever have another one of my own.
I should be grateful for what I have I now, and I am, but as much as i try and bury my feelings about this they won't go away.
It is silly I know, and I should just count my blessings, but god it makes me sad.