I so desperately wanted a third child. My two are 14 and 10. I’m 39 and at the time it felt like now or never.
Basically, as soon as I got pregnant a deep feeling of doom took over me and I’ve honestly not been able to enjoy a minute of this pregnancy. I didn’t even consider DH age. Honestly didn’t cross my mind. I’ve since understood the many health implications for the child in having an older father and am obsessed that my baby’s health is compromised.
I don’t want to offend anyone, but I can’t deal with the reality of what I’ve done, the potential life long consequences for baby, myself and my family. I’m not sleeping and having waves of pure panic. I’ve not bought a single thing for baby, or bonded at all.