When your first finally slept through; when you felt you finally got a tiny wee bit of your evenings back; when you felt "normal" again...with all that in mind ...when did you decide "oh let's try for another".
What happened and how did it pan out?
I'm asking because I'm torn having another and rocking the tiny, resemblance of a boat that was me and hubby before we had our glorious DD.
Honest answers only...