I do, I really do 
Since the arrival of dc3 8 weeks ago I can't bear him. I can't bear him touching me or sleeping in the same bed. It was bliss when he was ill recently and had to sleep in spare room. He tried to hug me recently and I felt like dying inside. I cry at the thought of sex.
What's happened? It's freaking me out. We were always solid even after first two dc. I feel like this third baby has ruined us and ruined me. I want to run away with my baby because I'm sick of everyone else's demands.