I’m 9 weeks pregnant with a planned 3rd pregnancy.
And I don’t know why I wanted another child now that I am pregnant. I have two - one is 18 and one is 7. I’m 40.
I’ve just moved across the country and I hate it. I can’t bear the thought of being pregnant here. We’ve moved to be closer to Dh family - I have no family and didn’t really have any friends where we were before so it’s not like I’m missing any support.
My eldest knows (as I get quite ill when pg and I’ll need his help form time to time with his sibling). He’s thrilled. Dh is so happy. I can’t tell him how I feel.
I cry all the time and I feel so guilty. I’ve had miscarriages in the past so I should be happy and I’ll admit that it’s crossed my mind that I hope I miscarry this time.
I feel so evil.