I am in the process of becoming sure that I will be a mom of an only. Some days I am confident that this is the right choice for all of us (we are well-settled into our life as a family of three, DS has never asked for a sibling, we can comfortably pay for DS's school, we have time to pursue our individual interests). Other days I am fraught with sadness that I will never be pregnant again, that if something tragic happens to DS we would be done parenting, that we have too much love & energy to focus on just one LO, that we are making the decision for financial or selfish reasons above all else.
Ah!
So I have decided that I need to just grieve that part of me that imagined having another childe. But I don't really know how or what parameters to set up for myself. Do I give myself a month? Do I have one "final" talk with DH? I feel like I need some sense of closure, but I'm not sure what I'm looking for.
Has anyone had a similar experience? What did you do? How do you feel today?
I mean, I am really happy with my life right now. I feel lucky. But the thought of growing our family is always in the back of my head & I just need to come to terms with having an only & get rid of that voice as it is nagging & I feel it is clogging joy & celebration. Not sure if that makes sense.




by isolation i mean having another child in the house all the time. not sometimes. dd has friends, but its not enough. 
)... I had a brother and he made my life a living hell... I was terrified to be in the house alone with him. Looking back at it, he wasn't that bad but at the time, I lived in fear. My parents told me he was just jealous and he really loved me but that explanation made no sense to me at the time... all he did was push me off of things, hide my stuff just to make me cry, shove me under couch cushions to sit on me, etc. In addition to the "physical abuse" was the "emotional abuse"
... despite all the torture, I really looked up to him and wanted to be his friend, but to him I was the biggest loser ever and he wouldn't be caught dead playing with me... the constant rejection didn't do much for my self esteem.

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