Ugh, this is long-winded and whiny, (sorry).
I'm a SAHM to one DD.
I have a (mediocre) degree from a very good uni, but have always moved around the country according to DH's career, (we met at uni and immediately moved to a different UK country / region after we graduated. We moved again, twice, before finally settling here). Partly for that reason, my career never really took off and then I was made redundant when my entire office closed while I was on Mat leave from my admin job.
We live in a naice town in the Home Counties. We were closer to London before, but moved here so we could afford a bigger place. I'm really regretting it, as I have no friends or family nearby. It's a perfectly nice place, but it just doesn't feel very 'me', which I realise is a completely ridiculous thing to whinge about. We are lucky to have our own home, in a safe area, with good schools etc.
DH's family are closer than mine geographically, but they are too busy with their own work and other GC to really offer us much support. I am not moaning about them, as they are nice people and genuinely busy. My own mum died suddenly and unexpectedly, shortly before I fell pregnant with DD. My dad is still living, but also works very hard and lives far away, (where I am from).
I suppose I am just lonely and a bit fed up.
We have just started TTC dc2, but I am thinking we should now put that on hold. I just think the life that DD will have here isn't the one I would choose for her. If we stopped at one child we could afford a lot more for her and I could go back to work. At the moment, that really isn't practical as my salary would barely cover the cost of nursery. I can't drive (I am learning), so nursery pick up and drop off takes so long that we'd end up paying even more for nursery when I am technically not working, just in transit. DH could do drop off, but not pick up, as his commute is massive already. Realistically, I won't go back to work till she is at school or at least pre-school.
I'm being a bit negative here, because I am feeling fed up, but I keep looking at the life we have and thinking that DH has made all the decisions. We moved about for his career. He wanted to move out here despite the massive commute, (he wanted a bigger house), and he chose the house, more or less on his own. I just let him as well, because I was so fed up after years of house hunting. He said no to every place we looked at, except the one we now live in. Meanwhile we were living in a damp rental flat. I didn't want to put up with another damp, cold winter there with a baby, (DD was born in winter and we had a cold, wet winter there while she was a newborn). He had the final say over our DD's name, which is a minor thing, but something I'm still a bit peeved about, if I'm totally honest.
I suppose I should just put up with this loneliness until DD goes to school, when hopefully I will be able to try and build a career for myself. DD is happy and healthy and really there is nothing to complain about where we live. We have some nice toddler groups which she, (usually), enjoys and she is really excited about starting pre-school at the end of the year (she came with me to look around and keeps asking when she can go). I sometimes wonder though, if she is anything like me, will she grow up to not really like the town we live in? It seems a bit silly to stay here for her if she might hate it when she's older anyway if that makes sense. I think it's because I love the place I grew up and feel very emotionally connected to it. DH never really liked his home town and just saw it as a means to an end I think, which is maybe what I need to start doing.
Anyway, I have a feeling I am BU and need a, (virtual, not rl please 
), slap round the chops.