Awful, awful birth. Terrible thoughts for the first few weeks, not diagnosed with PND but watched very carefully by two HV's and looking back I think I did have it.
Walked round like a zombie for at least 6 months but hid it pretty well from family and friends - I think.
So ... why on earth am I thinking that maybe we should start trying for another!
We're not getting any younger, it may take us longer to conceive than last time (3 months), and I'd really like PFB to have a sibling.
Is it because the big 1st birthday is on the horizon? Or that my 'baby' is now growing up?
I now feel much better and love spending my days with my little friend (well most of the time apart from when screaming!)
Also thinking that I can have two close (if we're lucky enough) and then maybe get back into my career?
But then I think back to the awful time I had and those horrific first few weeks/months :(
So ... am I bonkers?