I have two sons, 2 and 4. I honestly think I must have thought about having a third more or less everyday since my youngest was born BUT I really have struggled through every single stage, from breastfeeding, PND and anxiety, a traumatic birth (and a wonderful home birth), sibling rivalry, seriously challenging behaviour, no time for self care at all, relationship counselling, the list goes on and on. So even if practically it didn't seem like such a leap (bigger house/car/childcare bill) this is what puts me off. My other half feels the same (stress levels have been high while having babies) and maintains that he is happy with two, although I know he would agree to a third if I said it was important. I can't shake the thought that I want another, but I'm scared too! How did you know you were done? Will this feeling eventually fade away (it hasn't reduced yet). I feel if we left it too much longer to make a decision the gap would widen too far with their siblings but the 2.5 year gap we had was also so so hard.