My baby making days are over ladies. Hubby and I have decided on no more. The fact that we may have a girl was the decider. As much as it hurts, and as much as I would love another baby boy, I just can't do it. Hubby put forward all the practical arguments too (i.e. we would ideally like the boys to all have separate rooms when they're teenagers so will need a large 4 bed house or at least a 3 bed which we could extend/convert which will take a lot of money. We don't think we'll ever be able to afford a 5 bed house, even with plans). My health is so delicate at the moment too...I'm off to the dr's tomorrow to basically play merry hell and try to get myself sorted out and I have my first consultant appointment in March to have my grommet re-inserted too as I am sick of being deaf! If I were to get PG again I may do more damage.
I'm not going to lie....it hurts. I feel hollow and like I don't really have a purpose any more. I feel insanely jealous of the no-less than 6 of my family and friends who are currently in the thick of pregnancy. I am going to have to go through all the baby clothes and pass them on which will break my heart. I don't know how I'm going to do this but I must. I do love my little life.....but there was still a glimmer of hope that we would have 'just one more' and now that's gone. I am sure I'll be fine, and I have my boys and the future to focus on.