I'm really helping somebody out there may have felt the same as me that can talk some sense into me (although I wouldn't wish this on anyone).
I'm 22 weeks pregnant with a much longed for baby after 7 miscarriages and 9 years of trying.
I don't feel anything.
I'm not sure if I'm suffering some kind of PTSD from all the trauma of miscarriages and surgeries but I just feel sad. So sad.
I've been so ill throughout pregnancy, I'm still sick, I have a tension migraine a few times a week to the point I can't lift my head off the pillow and have had a referral to St George's neurology which petrifies me as I spent 6 weeks doing a 2 hour round trip to will my Nana to pull through after she had a brain haemorrhage at 62. I don't enjoy food. I haven't been to work since I was 7 weeks.
When I have scans, it feels like I'm watching somebody else's baby on the scan. My DH stares in wonder and after, can't stop looking at the photos and talking about her.
I cry every day, I barely go and see friends anymore, I don't find joy in anything.
All of my friends and family are beyond excited as they know what our journey has been and how difficult it has been to get this far.
I go on social media and it's all cute photos of Mum's posing with their bumps, lovely hair and make up. My once thick and shiny hair is now greasy every day and my normally clear skin is spotty and dull.
I'm already on citalopram for depression (was diagnosed in my early teens). I find some kind of enjoyment in knowing she's okay, as in a sense of relief when I see her on the scan before I become disassociated again or when I feel her kick but that's as far as it goes.
I'm under the perinatal mental health team due to always suffering anxiety and depression due to a childhood surrounded by sexual abuse and my Mum's drug and alcohol addiction and I have an appointment Tuesday but I'm terrified to say how I really feel in case social services get involved when she's born or remove her.
I don't want her to come to any harm, I want her to keep growing well and be safe but I can't actually ever see me taking this baby home.
I so desperately wanted a healthy and happy 9 months, I wanted to wear lovely maternity clothes and show off my bump. Instead, I just about make sure I shower every day and brush my teeth. I feel like I'm mourning a pregnancy I'll never have as I'm certain I will never be pregnant again.
Please somebody tell me I'm not an awful person or Mum. I hate that I feel like I'm failing her already.