I never decided. I wasn't even sure I wanted kids till I was in my thirties and divorced. Yep, great timing.

Then I decided I wanted kids with a bloke whose ex lived on my street, had two kids of his own and had the snip. Another superb choice. That didn't last.

So my path to finding DP and having DD1 was a little chequered

After I had DD1 at 38, I was pretty hooked and wanted a truckload. My body does not do well with pregnancy though. Infact, my body is stuffed. Dodgy pelvis, dodgy back, dodgy hip which makes the physical demands of looking after pre-school children pretty tough. I had DD2 and I regard her as my miracle baby in terms of actually surviving the pregnancy with my mental health intact because the physical aspect (housebound, wheelchair) was so emotionally frustrating.

I would still like a truckload but my age is against me and physically it's just too challenging for me. It's extremely frustrating to live in a pigsty because if you go around picking things up off the floor you'll need to spend the next day in bed.