Had yet another row with DH last night over having another baby. We just can't talk about it sensibly or without it descending into a point-scoring exercise. It's pathetic, it truly is.
Some background: ds will be 3 in April. We live in a lovely, spacious 2 bed flat with our own good sized garden. DH works full-time and I'm self-employed working 3-5 days per week, depending how busy I am.
DH doesn't think we'll be able to have any other dc due to current recession, rotten housing market and the sky might fall in.
I on the other hand believe that it's not all doom and gloom, the recession will pass eventually and we could cope nicely in our 2 bed flat for quite some time with 2 dc.
Surely if you want something badly enough, there are always ways to make it happen? How can we get past this? I'm sick of fighting about it.