I know, pregnancy isn't magical for most. Please take the term with a pinch of salt. What I mean is... I really looked forward to pregnancy. I was overjoyed when I found out I was pregnant. I was not so overjoyed when my ex became more and more abusive, made it clear he was disgusted by my huge body, pointed out my flaws and stretch marks like they were utterly disgusting, told me that if our baby is 'retarded' that I have 'no choice but to terminate' etc etc. The list goes on. I shan't bore you. He turned in to a vile control freak, and completely and utterly ruined the pregnancy. He nearly missed the birth because he was busy doing something else (completely unnecessary leisure/grooming activity), then continued to be abusive until I left him when my son was 3 months old.
The whole thing was traumatic and whilst I know pregnancy and childbirth are both hard work, I do mourn that specialness I never had.
Some say in the not so near future, I would like to think I would have another with a good cleaner partner (if I'm brave enough), but was left so sad and hurt by it all that I'm convinced a second could never be at the least enjoyable.
Has anyone had a better experience with their 2nd, 3rd etc compared to their first? I'm not going to lie, the idea terrifies me. I think I have PTSD or something similar!