I can't shake off this horrible anxious feeling now the festivities have come to an end
DP is going back to work tomorrow, DD is about to start preschool next week (her first childcare setting) and we have been really struggling to conceive after my miscarriage.
I'm still breastfeeding DD at bedtime and I'm think of stopping as I'm hoping it might help with conceiving, but even though she's almost 3 I feel devastated at the prospect.
I so wanted another baby by the time I was 33 and I don't think it is going to happen now.
I feel in such a strange headspace, where I imagine I am a terrible person and everyone hates me. I just want to hide in my house but I can't.
There's nothing to be done about it, it just is what it is, but I can't help feeling bad