I wasn't sure where to put this but I thought AIBU for traffic.
Basically 2020 was a terrible year. Grandad died after a battle with cancer, and then my auntie and uncle fell out with my mum as she told them he used to sexual abuse her as a child and they didn't believe her. They were like a second mum and dad to me but stopped speaking to me also.
Then my cousin (their daughter) died suddenly aged 26. (Blood clot in brain) She was like a sister I never had and I never had we were so close and I never got to say goodbye and I regret the crossed words we had about our parents. I wasn't welcome at the funeral and it was just a really hard time.
I was meant to get married 3 times and they all got cancelled.
DP dad got cancer (all being well he's ok now)
We always said we would try for #2 after the wedding, so we decided to just start trying anyway. I thought it would be something positive after all the awful time.
Then I got hyperemesis. I have a vomit phobia and it was an awful time. I was still considering aborting the baby at 24 weeks as I was so unwell mentally and physically. The strain it put on our relationship was very difficult, we're still hanging by a thread now. It turned something that was meant to be positive into something very negative. No one really asks about the baby or is excited cos of how it started, I have no friends to want to do a baby shower.
I'm 33 weeks now and I find that I cannot stop constantly stressing and worrying 24/7.. I can't switch off.
I stress about silly things - I had my hair cut short when I was really unwell and I regret it I sit for hours looking at old photos of the old me before all this happened, looking happy with long hair.
We have a puppy who chews and runs away, j worry how I'll cope when the baby is born is he does it to her stuff.
DS starts school next month, I'm worried about that and stupidly about it he'll bring any viruses home before I give birth.
I gave loads of clothes away last year and I've spent loads trying to replace them (unsuccessfully) as I wasn't thinking straight and regret giving them away.
Dad is 70 next month - I worry that we having nothing planned (it's 3 days before my due date) and I also worry about him getting older and losing him as he's my rock.
I worry DP is going to leave me for someone happier and not as troubled as me.
I worry how I'll cope with 2 children.
I lost my job due to COVID - well, the hours got reduced from 20 to only 3 - I worry how I'll cope for money once furlough ends next month. DP can cover all household with his wage but I have no money "for myself"
dp works from home but the only space we have is at the kitchen table - it's hard being on top of each other 24/7 and I worry how he'll cope when the baby is here in the background.
I'm worried about another 6 weeks of pregnancy feeling sick.
I'm worried about labour and if I'll be sick, I'm worried about the COVID situation and not being able to have my mum there.
I'm worried about getting organised for baby.
Mental health team want me to go back on antidepressants before baby is born but I don't want to as I'm worried it'll make me feel sick and set of my anxiety badly plus it means you have to stay in hospital 48 hours after having the baby.
I feel like someone has taken my brain out, mashed it up and put it back in my skull. I can't think straight, can't concentrate, can't make the most of the time I have with DS.
Sorry I know this was so long and thank you if you've read any of it.
I'm just wondering if things will ever get better? Or if anyone has ever felt this way?