Have 2 healthy dcs. 6&4. New husband. Decided to try for a 3rd. It would be his first.
I was so blasé. Got pg straight away... Bleeding yesterday, and well you know the rest.
Thing is I almost feel like a bullet has been dodged. Is that crazy? Life is so brilliant, and I adore him and my children. I don't know if I can go through it all again, and the associated risks.
It's like last night I thought of all the things we could do without a pg or 3rd child. There's loads. Especially since I got rid of all equipment from the first 2 so finances would take a squeeze.
We sleep, have lie ins, lovely holidays and trips away whilst the dc are with their dad.
I know I sound selfish and am now rambling. I was gutted but maybe not as much as I could have been iykwim?