Am getting a bit desperate about this so hoping someone might relate. I am 45 now and had my son when I was 31. His father and I split soon after he was born and I always thought I'd have another. It hasn't happened and now at 45 I have had to come to terms with that. My son is generally a very happy child but does periodically say how much he would have liked a sibling. He has lots of friends and is very close to me and his dad but still seems to feel he missed out, although he only mentions it occasionally.
Not having another child has started to eat me up. From worrying about him, what will happen when me and is dad are no longer here to feeling guilty he didn't have the experience of a sibling. I also somehow feel that 2+ children are 'better' and have even had comments like 'it was such a relief to have two children'. I'm at the point where I feel jealous of people with two children and tired of the pregnancy announcements at work etc.
The rational part of me knows all of this is ridiculous - I love me son and feel beyond grateful to have him - but I'm increasingly feeling sad about it and it's making me anxious.
If anyone can relate to any of this or can offer some advice on acceptance or moving on I'd really appreciate it