I keep trying to convince myself that it will be okay if I have another baby or not. That what is meant to be is meant to be. But I feel like i'm lying to myself. Every time I look at my son he is getting older and reminding me more and more how badly I want a second (and a third) child. I just know I was meant to be a mom in this life and yet I feel like I've got the short end of the rope or something. Where are my babies?!

I see pregnant women everywhere and every one of them makes me feel instantly jealous and sad. I am so sick of feeling this way. It is getting to a bad place were I feel depressed every day now about it and I just don't know how to shake myself out of this. Any suggestions would be welcomed... I just feel like I'm depriving my son now because of the mood I am in all the time now and I feel so bad about it. I keep wanting to stop 'trying' but every time I just get MORE anxious and feel worse for still secretly wanting to 'try'. I know this is overload probably for a JM post, I dont know. But I had to get it out somewhere. Sorry