Before I had DD I really didn't think about "how many" because I was 38 and thought I'd be lucky to have one!

As soon as I had her, I wanted another one though. I've always been someone who's been scared of death but when I had DD I just felt this great sense of peace - that it didn't really matter if I died now because I'd done my job. Bit hard to explain.

As she got a bit older I guess I want another one for very selfish reasons - not to give her a brother or sister - but to give me another child. I guess I worry that if something ever happened to DD, I wouldn't cope at all.

I don't really have an opinion on age gaps, sibling dynamics etc. etc. I just want another one FOR ME.

If I'd started earlier, I could see me having about four. I just think they're fascinating.