For age and fertility reasons, the chances of me conceiving naturally are virtually zilch, and a huge long shot via IVF. I'm not even sure a clinic would take me on. I'm nearly 43.
I managed to conceive DS, 18 months, through sheer luck - and fate?! - and I always, always thought I would be content with just him. Now I feel such a strong mix of feelings over the whole thing; whether I want another. I know part of my sadness is really grieving for this part of my life being over, and now on my way to (early?) menopause.
DS is amazing and I'm blessed. But I feel so sad that I won't give him a sibling. It's tearing me up quite a lot; and that I've 'failed' my DH because I can't give him another child.
Trying to count my blessings but really struggling.
Thanks for reading.