DS is very nearly 1. I hated every single minute of pregnancy. It didn’t suit me at all. I had hyperemesis and absolutely hated the changes I had to make to my very active lifestyle. I felt like I lost all sense of self and ended up with not insignificant antenatal depression.
The birth was not the calm, quiet homebirth I’d hoped for and I ended up with a caesarean. It was a good experience overall and I was really lucky to find recovery very easy but I do fear that if I had another caesarean it could be a very different story. I worry about a VBAC because (probably very selfishly) I don’t want to end up with shit abdominal muscles AND a shit pelvic floor.
DS was not an easy baby to start with. He had reflux, I had an oversupply, and he spent several months being miserable. Once the oversupply settled down, things did improve, but he then stopped sleeping for more than an hour at a time. For four months I was up every 20 minutes-1 hour. I found babyhood tough and again, my mental health wasn’t amazing.
We live in a tiny two bed cottage and whilst in every aspect apart from size it is our dream house, it already feels a bit small for us and I can’t imagine making it work with another baby.
So why am I so broody?!? We decided soon after DS was born that he was very likely to be an only child. We’ve since backtracked and have said ‘maybe in 4 or 5 years’ (I’m only mid-late 20s so have time) but I keep thinking about having another sooner! I work as a midwife and keep seeing ladies with babies DS’ age or younger who are already pregnant. I almost feel like it would be a good idea to ‘get it over and done with’. But it would be madness, wouldn’t It?