I have two DCs but would have liked a third.
Now I am too old, going into early menopause, youngest DC is 8 in a few days so its just not gonna happen.
All the time I thought it was a possibility, however remote, I held on to the hope. But now even the possiblity has gone and I am finding it hard to accept.
It seems like the loss of my fertility is the beginning of being old.
I know there are MNers who are probably screaming at their laptops that I should just be bloody grateful I have any DCs. And I am - I treasure and dote on them both.