I wanted to have four children. My husband knew this even before we got married. I came from a family with only two siblings so I want more kids. But he doesn't want to have more. We ended up with two adorable kids. I'll be more than happy to have another two but I cannot anymore. Technically, I had four pregnancies. I had a miscarriage on my first when I was only on my third week and on my fourth pregnancy, the baby died in my tummy when she was six months, three months prior to delivery. I was devastated because I know she died because she felt not wanted. I was guilty and I can never forgive my husband for her death. I named her Adabelle meaning a beautiful fairy.