Happy to move this thread elsewhere if there are any forums for people worrying about becoming a parent before they've even started TTC.
DH and I are in our early thirties. We have been together for 7 years and married for 1. I am v happy with our relationship. Financially secure with a mortgage (though we may need to consider moving to a bigger house soon). His family are generally great. Mine have been historically difficult, for reasons I won't go into lots of detail now. They have been getting better though - contact is medium rather than low atm and it seems to be OK for now.
BIL and his partner have a child with another on the way. Several of my friends have babies and another one has just announced her pregnancy.
DH and I agreed we would start TTC soon.
I am so scared.
It would be incorrect to say that I dislike kids. When I hang out with my friends and their children want to play with me, it's genuinely lovely. Not that I ever try to force interactions, but when they come to me and ask me to play and look like they enjoy it, it's really nice.
It's beautiful seeing my friends experience a new type of love. I want that for me and DH.
I am not naive, and from what I have observed from my friends and ILs, I am aware parenting changes your life completely and that first few years are exhausting. I am apprehensive about it, but DH and I are mentally prepared (or in the process of preparing ourselves) for that shift.
I'm just not sure I have the emotional skills to do it. Early parenting especially seem to involve intuiting the needs of a small person who can't communicate and doesn't have a schedule. It hasn't been easy for anyone I know, but I am genuinely terrified I won't be able to learn or form a bond.
I have a real visceral response to what feels like rejection. When I held my nephew when he was a few months hold, I couldn't understand how to support his head properly, and his cries went right through me and I had to hand him back. I can't explain the intensity of the distress and shame I felt and I had to leave the room so his mum wouldn't see me get upset.
Recently, a friend's toddler just refused to acknowledge me/say my name (my god, she was in love with DH though, plus she acknowledged every other adult present). I tried to make a joke of it, then tried to change the subject, but everyone kept trying to get her to say my name and after a while, I really wanted them to stop drawing attention to it and move on. I felt horrible after that weekend.
Another friend (in the same friendship group) has just announced her pregnancy and I am so happy for her but dreading another child on the way in that group. There are four women in the group, one with a toddler, one pregnant, me and another childless woman, who has been around a lot of babies in her life and knows exactly what she's doing.
DH is a far more secure person. He's not someone with a lot of hang ups. Several of my friends have commented on how good he is with their kids. And I agree - he's relaxed, childlike, warm and very charming. But sometimes they say it so much I start to wonder...is there a reason they're not saying it about me?
He reassures me I will be a good mother, but sometimes I think honestly what does he know?
I suppose I should talk about my family. Definitely the sort of family where the burden of raising children and keeping the family together falls on the woman. DF told me as a child I was cold. DM (a teacher) told me she thought I was autistic. Didn't get me tested. I was bullied a lot at school and didn't have many friends, so I accepted it all as true.
Paternal gran once told preteen me PPD was something only white women experienced.
Mum bangs on a lot about how long she breastfed me and my brother at quite socially weird times.
Sounds a bit weird and I am probs just being petty now but there's actually loads of examples like that.
Adulthood has been different. I made some solid friendships during and after university - people I would 100% call in a crisis and who I would move mountains for myself. I glowed up a bit and suddenly dating was easier too (not least because mum and dad weren't around to enforce their rules).
I guess I mention all this because I think my family has something to do with all these feelings. I suppose it is a cheap shot and I am blaming them. But I can't blame them if they have a point about me, but then I cling on to the successes I've had in my adult life as it's the only evidence I have that they were talking bollocks.
Sometimes I feel like I'm hiding something from my friends about who I really am and I am worried my interactions with their kids or my future children might reveal something.
I dunno what I want out of this post. Hoping someone knows where I'm coming from. Hoping someone will say something useful. But as time goes on I'm just thinking about this more and more and it leaves my in tears every time.
Please go easy.