Currently pregnant with Ds, DD will be 14 months when he arrives.
I am under no illusion that it will be easy, and that things will likely be pretty hard, however I am sick to death of being told by everyone, strangers, family and friends, that my life is over, I'm not going to cope blah blah blah.
When pregnant with DD I lost count of the amount of people who told me my life was over, especially as we have no family help, but suprise suprise we are still here. DD hasn't been an easy baby, napping a challenge from 6 weeks, woke twice last night, but it is what it is. Babies are babies.
The only person I get any real insight from is my own mum who had my sister and I 14 months apart, she says she has no regrets.
There's got to be more happy stories out there!