So, long story short, after a rough first year of motherhood (depression, anxiety, panic) I decided one DD (now 2.5) was enough.
Cue my friend announcing on Sunday she's 'accidentally' pregnant for the second time. DH getting all gooey eyed (again!) and asking pretty please can we try for another, I finally warmed a little to the idea.
Quick trip to the doctors yesterday for a pre-assessment (the receptionist said I needed one) and the doctor offers to remove the coil then and there!
So now I'm trying for number two and absolutely terrified. One week ago I was an adamant no, and now I'm bloody doing it (no pun intended!)
I suppose I just need a hug and some reassurance that I'm not a bloody lunatic and it will be ok!
I really don't do things by halves!