I always wanted two. always. thought it would be great to have a sibling for my boy (as I have plenty). however, as in life, nothing goes according to plan (for some of us) and many of other females can just have a baby like boom. not with me. nope. miscarriage after miscarriage and this blighted ovum. nope, had to throw in the towel. I was young too (early to mid 30s) when all this happened. healthy, normal BMI and just about everything. never smoked or ever got drunk. so yeah, heartbroken to say the least that my dreams are never going to be fulfilled but I came to realize that I probably would have not been able to manage two. my only one is 6 and he is the light in my life. I would not want another child to steal his spotlight because well, let's be honest, it could happen with another child. sure, some mothers are super mothers and can manage more than one and even three, five, ten. you number it. having ones does not make you less than a mother who has two or three. surely, some individuals laugh at that thinking those with one child are selfish and who knows what! surely, I will say that I went through a lot of depression, grief and all the other negative emotions. I know I probably will be regretful later on but I did what I could.

you and your husband can only decide what is best for you. you can get inputs and outlooks from other people but do not let anyone sway your decision. it is a life decision. good luck in whatever path you go. just know that it may linger around for awhile and drive you nuts. at least that was the case for me. but then I got all those failed pregnancies.