I can totally relate. I had this exact conversation with myself last month and decided to throw myself into my little business and see what I can accomplish using the effort I was putting into ttc. Turns out, when I started thinking about what Plan B was, I didn’t have one! So, now I’m working on not only the rough draft of Plan B but also in accepting that it’s quite possible Plan A and has been all along. Make sense?

I often find myself noting how tired I am after any particular day and being glad that I don’t have a newborn to get up with in the middle of the night. Or wondering how on earth I could chase Andy through the mall while slinging a hungry/fussy/antsy infant. I think with each passing month, I lose sight of my ability to effectively parent more than one. I worry that having another one would like doing it all over again for the very first time and as much as I love that aspect of it all, it’s also very emotionally, mentally and physically taxing. Do I have it in me? Then I think of my mother who had only my sister and I; 8 years apart.

Andy does ask for siblings which is hard. He draws pictures of his “baby sister” and saves things for his “brother”. Sometimes he tells people he is a big brother and I have to do that obligatory silent nod, smile of assurance that he is indeed not one.

Ok, I’m rambling. Just wanted to say I can relate, lol! Keep your chin up, Dawn!