There is a time when you know that enough is enough.
I have four beautiful children. I am very lucky and my life is certainly full enough as a result of having them.
After A and a fourth Caesarean section, we were told in no uncertain terms that there were to be no more additions to our little family. We talked about it. I was shattered and was adamant that there would be no more.
Eighteen months later, I had a twitch, an urge. Maybe there was a way round it, I knew that medically it was a risk, but maybe it would be worth it. Like most ideas though, when I thought about it in the cold light of day, I knew that it would never happen and financially it would be a disaster too.
So I put that idea in the 'no way' box and buried it away.