And I am delighted, in love, full of excitement, yet also in agony.
DH and I have been trying for years to no success. We have DS who is nearly 8 and I know we are so lucky to have him, but he came easy and I expected to fall pregnant easily second time around as well. After years, we then hit a medical problem (not necessarily related to fertility but has had a major impact on the ability to even try).
DSis and BIL have now had 2 kids in 3 years. I am so happy for them and I love being an auntie, my DS adores his cousins and DH is the perfect uncle (full of mischief etc). But this is twice now and it feels like a knife to the heart.
DH is so sweet and he left me notes around the house reminding me how loved I am, how lucky I am etc and I feel like the worlds worst mum so be so upset about not having another baby and feeling like my time has passed.
I worry about DS being an only child. I worry his future (esp now with DHs health issues). It's so stupid but this potential baby had a whole future in my mind. I'd kept all of DS stuff, I knew where baby would go to nursery, how DS and baby would share space etc. We almost started decorating baby's room because we were both so confident it would happen. What twats eh?
I hate hate hate feeling sad on such a happy day and will never let them know how I feel. Or anyone tbh. I just can't control my mind atm. I can usually talk myself back into rational ie I have a wonderful, amazing, healthy DS who is thriving, a loving marriage, wonderful family, beloved Dan's etc. But fuck me, this physically hurts!
Anyone else?