Name changed, really don't want to be associated with any posts or threads I've put on.
Really struggling mentally with this pregnancy & although I talk to my baby, I don't feel this rush of love for him.....I don't feel connected.
It's as if I'm carrying him for someone else and as soon as he's here il be passing him over.
I'm 35 weeks, baby was planned, he just came a little earlier than expected....me and ex split.
Don't want to drip feed but don't want to say too much otherwise it'll be too "outing" as others would say.
I now sit here daily feeling absolutely nothing but guilt that I'm not "over the moon" about my baby arriving. I am sick and tired of "so! How far along are you?? Oh I bet you are so excited!!"
A part of me wants to be honest and say "you know what?? No, no I'm not excited in the slightest".
I know some will say "well, you should have kept your legs shut then".
Yes maybe I should have and yes if I could go back, I wouldn't have got pregnant, however I had this baby based on me and the father raising him, I didn't make a contingency plan in case I had to do it alone.
For once in my life, I was positive about this, I didn't think of the negatives, I didn't think of the what ifs & for one in my fucking life! They all happened!