I had DD when I was 40. I didn’t have a great pregnancy or birth experience, largely down to Covid, and so whether a sense of missing out from that and also a ‘normal’ maternity leave drove my feelings or whether I just wanted another baby, I was quite broody for another. Despite my age got pregnant again in six months of trying and ds was born two months before DDs third birthday.
I found the toddler years with DD quite difficult and enjoyed having a baby again, but since ds has been about 18 months I just haven’t enjoyed it at all. I feel stressed and pulled in different directions all the time. I hate the noise; today I picked DD up from school and we’d barely got to the end of the road and both kids were screaming at me over different things. I couldn’t respond to one because the other was screaming at me.
They do argue sometimes but mostly it’s just the noise and the mess and the relentless, endless demands. As soon as I’ve got one bathed and read to I need to start with the other