This is ridiculous. I thought we were 'complete' and felt that way for ages, and actually shuddered at the thought of doing it all again.
We have two DCs together, aged nearly 7 and 4. We'd always talked about having a larger family but circumstances (mostly health related) when my youngest was around a year old meant that it was not even entering our minds to try for DC3.
But things are better now, and I thought I was perfectly happy, and this sudden empty aching incomplete feeling has really, really shocked me. It is all consuming and very distracting.
It's such a ridiculous notion that I haven't even mentioned it to DH, I daren't, as it will only upset me when he perfectly reasonably and sensibly says it's not an option.
GAH. Somebody tell me how to get over it? Please?