That I’m probably on my last baby and it’s flew and I’ve been depressed and not cherished/enjoyed it as much as I should?
I kept deluding myself into thinking I’d have a third. Ideally I’d love 3 but my partner works long and not to be mean, is useless. I do 90% of parenting. So it’s hard enough with a 2.5yo and 6mo I couldn’t do 3 kids alone.
but I’m just sad I had my hopes up that this time would be different. My partner better. And now my youngest is 6 months and I’ve just struggled through it it’s been so hard and lonely and I’ve been depressed.
I wish I would’ve cherished my pregnancy more. I just spent all of that feeling guilty about my edlest being so young and getting a sibling and I wish I would’ve tried to cherish the early days more. :(
(NB: extremely grateful I have 2 amazing happy healthy kids! Just got that ‘last baby’ feeling)