I'll try and be as concise as possible. Sorry if it's devoid of emotion-I'm kinda done in.
Been with DH for 10 years, married for 3 (early 30s) and from day one he always knew that the likelihood of me being able to have children was slim (particularly bad endemetriosis amongst other things)
Everything was great-nice jobs, nice house, nice lives- until we started seeing our uni friends and colleagues start having babies.
DH became incredibly withdrawn and I felt so helpless; we both knew there was an elephant in the room but neither of us wanted to discuss the fact that our life we planned in our early twenties (just us,maybe a dog) was no longer a life that would make him happy. To an extent, I also felt that we needed something more. Given my medical history, I was more realistic than DH and sort of accepted that while a baby would be nice, a puppy would probably have to suffice.
So we decided to try for a baby, while in the meantime being put on the IVF list. I'm quite happy to let nature take it's course and, after 2 1/2 years, I fell pregnant naturally.
It wasn't a great time. Pregnancy didn't agree with me at all and I felt like such a failure. DH was so excited and I was just anxious all the time.
DS was born and I became severely depressed. Intervention by mental health teams, talk of secure units (thankfully it never got that far). I loved DS but just couldn't bring myself to be in the same room as him.
Things got better and I've evened out. However, I categorically know that I do not want any more children. It may sound selfish but I lost myself over those 5 years of trying/pregnancy/birth/DS's first year and I can't do it again. First, because I simply don't have the energy, but more so because I don't want to lose myself to PND again when I have DS to look after-it's not fair.
The problem is DH. He's from a huge family and wants more. He tells me growing up as an only child is cruel. However, my consultant is putting through chemical menopause for the next 3 months to see how i'd cope with a full hysterectomy (the next step for me). Obviously, this would mean no more pain for me, but no more children for DH.
He's a thoroughly good man and wouldn't hold it against me outwardly. He is so grateful for DS and says all the right things, but I know he will resent me for taking this experience away from him and DS.
How do you get around something so huge? We've had disagreements before but this isn't even really a disagreement, it's more a complete opposition in ideologies.
I don't know what to do; I suppose I could have another baby but I barely manage juggling the one I have with an extremely demanding job.
Then there's another part of me which thinks, why should I? I've not hidden anything. He is guilty of living in the land of "everything will be ok" so whilst DS was a blessing, it's fed DH ridiculously optimistic notion of "well if miracles can happen once.."
So what do I do? Either way, one of us ends up resenting the other. Are we just treading water until our inevitable split?