I have 3 healthy, beautiful, wonderful children. Am totally blessed to have them and am thankful for them every day. I'm honestly so grateful for them, even though this post might come across as to the contrary.
My youngest is 2 and has just started sleeping at night. My hands are full with a full time job. I'm 41. The last birth wasn't very nice and that madenup my mind that we were definitely finished. We ARE definitely finished. Neither ofbus want any more, not really. Not a real baby, not another actual child.
While I think I'm going into perimenopause, I recently had a pregnancy scare (was very unlikely). I almost cried with disappointment when my period arrived, even though a pregnancy would not have been good news. I keep wishing I was pregnant and keep dreaming I'm having another baby.
This is all hormonal. I am more than satisfied with my three but there is an urge in me for more that makes no sense! Not only are our hearts full, but any more would push our emotional and financial resources to the limit.
Has anyone felt like this and how did you cope with it? When will it pass? This feeling is outside my control and has nothing to do with how delighted I am with my own kids. It feels so irrational!