I had an unexpected fourth earlier this year. Poor DH had wanted to stick at two, agreed to a third and was happy that he did, then two years later along came our little accident. We were being so careful too! The irony of it is that before we had kids we had three years of unexplained infertility so to then get pregnant while deliberately trying not to get pregnant...
DH was happy from the get go, shocked, but happy. I took a bit longer, I had HG and I had comments from people along the lines of "why!?/on purpose!?/did you mean to!? But seriously, why!?" which made me feel even more shitty. We had a rough ride from 36wks onwards with various issues and i felt horrible for my other DC as I was in and out of hospital, including two separate middle of the night rush jobs postnatally, so I felt like I was abandoning them. At one point I thought I was going to die, made my peace with it, and then didn't die so felt guilty that I'd accepted the fact of leaving them, maybe I didn't love then enough, and so on. Hormones and stress have a lot to answer for.
Please speak to your GP, they won't judge you but they can help you, also your MW should be able to help you access antenatal mental health support services.
DC4 is 7mo now and she is an absolute joy, she's such an easy baby even when she's being a pickle and most of it is down to experience. I finally know what I'm doing in the baby stage now that I've practiced it a few times! The first couple of months were all higgledy piggledy but that's always the case with a newborn. Now that she's settled she's slotted right in, she had no choice really as the older DC are already established in a routine of nursery/school and clubs/activities but it's meant that she's fallen into a routine without me actually having to instigate anything. I can't picture life without her and our family definitely feels complete now. Its not all sunshine and roses, we have our rough days and the days where everything seems to go wrong at once or everyone is grumpy for no reason, and we have to be mindful and making sure that everyone gets some one to one attention (we have staggered bedtimes to help with this and we organised their clubs/activities around being able to spend time with the one(s) not at clubs/activities) but I wouldn't change it.
I have had some rude comments. I had a lady at the supermarket ask me if they all had the same dad because usually when you see bigger families like that its because the mother has had a new baby every time she's gotten into a relationship with a new bloke
. I've also been presumed to be a childminder and that they're minded children (best bit is, I actually am a childminder! I had no minded children with me that day though). I get the usual oh-so-hilarious comments about how we mustn't have a TV and that contraception is free nowadays and am I trying to get my own football team. I've had people say I "must" have a fifth now as once you've got four, you may as well have five. I've also had people tell me I "must" stop now as I've got two of each and it's enough. It's the "must" that pisses me off. I've been asked if I got pregnant deliberately to try and keep DH because, as we all know, the sure fire way to keep a man is to pop out a baby. I've been asked where does all my money go, the implication being that we must be skint with so many kids, and I always respond with "the children are either eating it or wearing it". And the perennial favourite, never meant as a compliment, "gosh you've got your hands full!" always said in a way that implies you're doing a shit job at managing them. I respond to that one with a huge grin and "yeah? Well if you think my hands are full you should see my heart!"
People don't seem to realise how rude they're being or they do realise and they just don't care. The best way is to either disarm them with a return comment that doesn't allow for further discussion or to ignore them.
Congratulations on your pregnancy 