My son is 20 months old and I'm 36 weeks pregnant with dc2. Shortly after I had my son I felt out of my depth.
A slight God send is that my husband was made redundant at around that time, offering support and help. I just started to sink lower and lower and became really irrational about things (sleep routine, feeding routine, ironing, cleaning etc). That died down and I relaxed. I finished my MA in July and we moved and bought our "forever" home (outright, luckily) and also have a holiday home we are refurbishing to bring in an income. While it's a good income, the real reason is because I am petrified of being left alone with my son. It's hard now because I'm heavily pregnant, but a sense of panic creeps over my if there's no help at hand. The odd two/three hours I'm fine but it's daunting that it could be longer.
I am excited about dc 2 (completely unplanned) but am again, scared. My health visitor made me fill out the form to test for "PND" which was easily avoidable, but I now feel I've cheated no one but myself. My mother has bipolar and my sister claims to have depression...and I am desperate to not be associated with her (long story we don't get on). She palms her two children (both over the age of 10) on to anyone who'll have them...and I'm finding myself struggling emotionally and mentally because I'm desperate to not be like her (where people talk about what a bad parent she is behind her back). My husband is fantastic but I take everything out of him, and I feel it could be PND that wasn't dealt with combined with hormones. I'm starting to loathe myself...I don't want to go out and work (not just due to pregnancy) but because I don't want to abandon my children and be tarred with the same brush as my sister (no offence to those of you who work full time).
I feel I've rambled, desperate not to drip feed information.
Not too sure what to do. I feel so trapped in the life I've made for myself and the more pressure I put on myself to make it perfect, the more I'm struggling.