My DH and I have one kid. We initially planned more but I had hyperemesis throughout my pregnancy so wasn't keen for another right away and then great job opportunities for us both came up and we moved to a completely different part of our the country. We ended up in a lovely but smaller house so we don't have a spare room anymore. DH and I spoke about having more and we'd decided against it. Our kid is nearly 8 and that seems like a big gap. Also, I'm now in my late 30s
so am a bit worried about age all round as my mum and sister both had serious problems having babies around my age. BUT now everything has gone a bit wonky in my head. I decided to get all the car seats, buggies etc. that are taking up storage space cleaned up and moved on to someone who can use them. While I was at it, I found boxes of toys, clothes, blankets and so on that I packed up when we moved house with the intention of using them for our next baby. I'd almost forgotten that when we upped sticks 4 years ago, it was still part of the plan that we'd add to our family. Although I thought I'd made my peace with just having one child, finding these made me burst into tears (I rarely cry - DH usually says I have heart of stone) and I now feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. Has anyone else had a similar experience? What did you do?