(Name changed for this - yep, I'm a coward.) DD is 4 and I've been a SAHM all that time, as we travelled for DH's job. A few times we considered trying for DC2, but each time I realised that I was relieved when there was only 1 pink line on the test strip.
I think I panicked about being about to turn 40 this year. I don't feel broody at all - never have, no idea what that bodily yearning for a child feels like, and I've always had zero maternal instinct, although I love DD. I guess I thought that it was selfish of me to deny DD a sibling, what would happen when DH and I were old, etc etc. DH and I agreed to stop trying not to have a kid and see what happened.
I found out a couple of days ago that I'm pregnant and have felt either panicked or depressed ever since. (I'm frequently useless at knowing what I want anyway, but that's another thread.) After DD was born I felt terrible for ages. We'd moved and I had almost no support, but I kept feeling that I'd made a mistake, that I shouldn't have become a mother, that I was no good at it, that I wasn't sure I loved her. That mostly went after about 18 months, though I still have days where I wonder what I'm doing, and I know I'm not the mother I would want her to have.
I had periods of depression pre-DD, and last week, before this result, I'd been thinking about trying to see a therapist again. Financially that's just not possible if we have another child. We're also highly unlikely to be able to afford to give two kids a decent life - DH's family live abroad and it would be even more expensive to visit them with another person, plus just things like uni fees, school trips, etc.
I'd also been enjoying having some time and mental space to myself again - I'm terrified at the idea of losing myself again, the isolation (we have no family nearby, and I can't bear the idea of the endless round of baby groups again), the loss of bodily boundaries. I know I should have realised all this before I tried to get pregnant, I'm stupid. I understand anyone who wants to tell me that I made my bed and I should lie in it. But when I read these threads there are always posters who say 'I didn't want another but it was OK in the end'. What if you feel like you're already a barely passable mother to your current DC? I don't think I could cope with another.
Sorry, this has turned into a brain dump. Is there anyone who considered or had a termination when it was likely to be their last chance to give DC a sibling?