I’m 38 and mum to two boys already. We’ve found out this pregnancy is also a boy and I’m finding it much harder than I expected.
Before this pregnancy I had a miscarriage, and we found out afterwards it was a girl. I don’t think I ever properly dealt with that loss. I had quietly pinned so much hope on this being a girl, maybe as a way of making sense of what we lost. Finding out it’s another boy has brought all of that back up again.
This is hard to admit, but part of me wishes this pregnancy hadn’t happened at all and that we’d just stuck with the two we have instead of constantly wanting to try for another before I’m 40. I feel dreadful writing that. I love my boys fiercely, but I honestly don’t think can cope with three boys. I already find it overwhelming , the noise, the energy, the constant physicality , and the thought of adding another fills me with panic rather than joy.
My husband is absolutely delighted and thinks I’m being a bit of a “asshole” and can’t understand why I’m struggling, which makes me feel even more isolated and guilty. I know how lucky I am to be pregnant at all, especially after a miscarriage, but my feelings don’t seem to care about logic.
Has anyone else felt this level of gender disappointment or regret after loss? Did it change once the baby arrived, or did it take time? Please be gentle I’m already beating myself up enough.