I'm 42 and feel blessed to have DS. As much as I'd love to give him a brother or sister, that's not going to happen: not in the right sort of relationship, pregnancy with DS was filled with anxieties and I had a couple of m/c beforehand. I worry that I'll be in my 60s and his father will be in his 80s when DS is in his 20s. I also worry that if anything should happen to DS that my world would crumble. I also worry because I'm on my own with DS that something might happen to me and no one would notice for a day or so if it was the weekend for instance and DS would be all on his own. I had a car crash when DS was 9 months old (DS wasn't in the car at the time and was having his first full day at the carers) and I still have nightmares about how it could have been so much worse. I think I may also have a borderline anxiety disorder!