Having happily declared to all and sundry every since I left the hospital with baby number one that nothing on earth could persuade me to have another one, I'm suddenly - out of the blue - having a wobble!
I know there are lots of practical and emotional reasons to stick to my guns, but for some inexplicable reason I keep thinking about having another one.
I'm 35, my DD is 5 years old, we're a happy family (after a pretty dark first 18 months - no sleep, awful experience breastfeeding, mild PND, seemingly endless illnesses, me being hopeless as a SAHM). I have a great job I enjoy, I have hobbies, I can go out when I like, I can sleep when I like (ish - DD still not a brilliant sleeper) and all is well with the world.
So WHY WHY WHY am I suddenly considering ruining all of this by diving back into sleep deprivation, nappies, feeding and weaning? Not to mention the fact we have a house, car and life that suits 3 of us. Plus, I've given away all the baby stuff as obviously I was never going to need it again!
Please can you either persuade me out of it (which I'm trying to do myself) or tell me some wonderful stories about baby 2 being totally different, more relaxed, easier and just a general dream (part of it I think is the fact that I didn't really enjoy being a mum to a baby first time round and feel like it might be different this time, but I'm probably being extremely naive..)
Any thoughts / advice / stern words would be hugely appreciated!
Thanks :-)