There's a really big chance that we won't have any more kids. I know this, and I'm usually ok with leaving things up to the universe. DH and I are older, I'm starting school full time next fall in addition to working, there are a lot of reasons for us not to be thinking of having another baby. But some days like today, I just feel really weepy and mopey. I think about what an awesome kid DS is, and about wanting to give him a partner in crime, and about missing pregnancy and the baby days... and it just hits me hard.

I don't know exactly what the point of this thread is, but if you can commiserate, I'd really appreciate it! Or remind me why it's ok to have only one...?