22 weeks into my third pregnancy, so can only speak for 2.5 experiences so far!
I do not like being pregnant at all (though I recognise that I am very fortunate to be). I hate feeling so out of control in my own body. I hate feeling awful and unable to exercise and do the things I normally love. I have vomited 4-10 times per day from week 5ish to 19 in all pregnancies. Number two was the worst, requiring several hospitalisations. After the halfway point, I’ve been lucky to have found it much easier as the vomiting has eased - so I’m keeping my fingers crossed for the same this time.
Both babies were induced but, luckily, neither of these were bad experiences. I think the upside of disliking pregnancy has been that birth has felt like a relief. I love the newborn bit, maternity leave, toddlers, all of it - so the rubbishness of pregnancy has faded quickly and seemed worth it.
Saying that, I think three might be the limit of my tolerance for skulking round with a sick bag attached to me at all times. OH would love a fourth child and, if money were no object, so would I. Fortunately, there is no endless pit of money, because I feel pretty sure that I don’t want to do this again!