I love my fiancé. I honestly do, but a whoops baby with him at 46 was not on the cards and yet now I am almost 22 weeks along and feeling like utter shit. Life has been a rollercoaster the past few weeks, my 3 year old has been going through an extremely bratty phrase, I have a 16 year old who is outright refusing yo revise for GCSE's and obessing over a lad whose house she wants to spend a night at even though I barely know him, and my ex husband (my older two's father) making me do a 3 hour drive to his and back twice a week for his contact with the kids as he decided to move away. We also looked after my sister's step baby granddaughter over Christmas after her stepdaughter suddenly died. Shit is just getting the better of me.
The day before NYE ago while the other DC's were with ExH we agreed on what our DD's name would be and that was a nice evening. We sat in front of the telly and had a cuddle. I had a very small glass of champagne (I know, but I've had nothing else throughout the pregnancy and don't intend to have anymore. The glass was smaller than what DD16 had at Christmas) to celebrate.
Things went to shit the next morning after I'd brought DC's home and they both caused me a lot of stress. DS3 had a sick bug and diarhhea and I had to bathe him 4 times that day and DD16 was in general being a teenage brat. DP was up in the nursery all day assembling flatpack furniture for baby and leaving me to deal with DC on the basis that it was not his problem. I had a go at DP, saying that a he does is thing about us and our baby with rose tinted glasses and that he alwayd shys away from the tough parts of life. I said if he can't help with my older DC's when they are playing up then simply for the sake of taking some stress off his pregnant partner, then he'd probably be the same with a crying baby and leave me to do all of the work.
I didn't mean it, I was just stressed and snapped. He is great with my DC's most of the time and I'm sure he'll be a lovely father to our new baby. But on that particular day we just didn't seem to gel. I have apologised repeatedly but he seems very hurt by what I have said and has started using the fact that I had one alcholic drink as a way of defending himself. I feel awful