It's whatev.

My pregnancy with Son was terrible. TERRIBLE. I told Dan, along with anyone that would listen, that I was never ever carrying a baby again (NEVER!).

It was my resolution that we'd have foster kids, hopefully around Son's age as he grows, one at a time until a specific one just really fits with us, then we'd adopt.

It was our thought that having "friends" circulate through our house would teach Son to share, how to not be egocentric, teach him to interact with different kinds of people and be wiser everytime someone came or went.

I went to my doctor today to check on my incision. I am physically 100% fine, besides some vertigo, but her advice is met with mixed emotions...

Today my doctor literally advised me not to have another child. Any future children are extremely likely to have whatever chromosomal defect Son has. We still don't know what IT is, but IT sucks.

Just in case you are in the mood for a little "TMI", it was still a miracle that I even conceived. We threw caution to the wind for years believing I was infertile. Then only 8 months after our wedding, the tests were positive. We were going to be parents.

Just sucks knowing I've been advised against giving him natural siblings.