Even though this thread is years old, I have read each single comment and been amazed at how much I identify with all of the thoughts and feelings expressed in them. Thank you so much to everyone who has shared here as it has helped me to feel less alone.
I am obsessing over the thought of having another, it is all-consuming. But then I feel guilty as I know I should be grateful for what I do have rather than fixating on what I don't. (For reference I am 36, have a DD aged 2, a lovely home and DH).
I had a good pregnancy and even a good birth, but I found becoming a Mum so much more difficult than I had ever imagined. It wasn't the lack of sleep that was the killer (though that wasn't ideal!) but the overwhelming anxiety and "what-the-heck-am-I-doing-ness" that really threw me.
Also, we went into lockdown when she was just 6 weeks old, so that has affected my confidence being out and about with her. I still feel a bit anxious taking her out now.
Realistically, I am not sure I could handle any more, but there is something in me that can't let it go. I have bored all my friends and family to tears with deliberating over it, and DH is at his wits' end. He is happy with us as a family of 3 and says having another won't make us any happier, in fact, it'll make us more stressed. We enjoy time as a 3 and also enjoy time alone to recharge, DH plays golf for example. If we had another baby, I wouldn't feel confident dealing with baby and toddler on my own at first, so golf would be out the window.
I feel like my hesitations about giving DD a sibling aren't valid, I don't have fertility issues or anything... but it would be so difficult. My relationship with DH really suffered in the early newborn days and I worry another child would not just rock the boat but sink it.
Also, I have a career which I love and it's not exactly a 9-5, so having another child would make my work life much harder. But that feels selfish.
It's the thought of DD wishing she had a sibling which gets me, and also being responsible for us when we get old.
My and my sister are 18 months apart, fought like cat and dog growing up and are very different people. But, I know she would always be there if I needed her. It makes me sad for DD that she won't have that.
Sorry for the length of this post, just writing it down has helped me to feel a bit better.
I hope we all make peace with our decisions, whichever way they go x