I was desperate for a third. Dh only wanted one child, so a third most certainly wasn't in his plans.
I was so desperate that dh agreed to try. I fell pg in the first month of trying.
I went through a lot of mixed feelings whilst carrying dd3, dh wanted me to abort her because he felt that we'd made the wrong decision. I constantly thought that I'd pushed my luck too far all throughout my pg (two healthy babies, thought I was pushing it trying for a third). Lots of very irrational thoughts and a huge amount of worry over whether we'd done the right thing.
When she was born I was over the moon, as was dh. She was a delightful baby, breastfed like a champ (I had been unable to feed dd's 1 and 2), adored her big sisters and adored her daddy which melted his heart.
There were a few incidents where dh threw things back in my face - one that sticks clearly in my mind was when we were on the way to a family party, I commented to him about dd3 being into everything and tantrumming and that I hoped she'd behave while we were there, he responded "well don't expect me to do anything, you wanted her ...you look after her"
Very unlike him and very very saddening.
Fast forward a good few months and dd3 is now 2 1/2. She is a wonderful wonderful child and I wouldn't swap her for the world. Yes, money's tighter, and yes, there's not as much attention to go around, but I wouldn't change it, not for one second.
In fact, dh said only the other day when watching her do something funny and cute for the 30th time "and to think I didn't want her - I can't imagine life without her".
It's hard and sometimes it's a struggle, and I feel like my headache won't ever go away, but by God she's worth it!!! My little sweetie!