Hi everyone,
Brand new to this forum, feeling incredibly fragile at the moment and could really use some insight and to not feel so alone right now. I'm shocked and horrified about how low I've been since finding out I was pregnant 3 weeks ago. My husband and I have been married for 7 years already and agreed we were ready to start trying. But due to a diagnosis of PCOS, I genuinely didn't think I'd be pregnant after only a few months.
This only compounds how absolutely depressed I am because I feel ungrateful given the fact it can be such a challenge to get pregnant. But every morning, I wake up in a cold sweat at 5 am full of panic and adrenaline and as terrible as this sounds, I just feel "doom" when reality kicks in and I remember I'm pregnant. I'm disgusted by the way my body is already changing and I've cried every day for 3 weeks to the point that my stomach hurts. Seeing kids on the street or any mention of them on TV sends me in to a blind panic. I'm finding the few people who do know have been very invasive and one person has even bought me tons of baby stuff (at 7 weeks) which was meant to be nice but actually made things so much worse. I'm scared to tell anyone because people's opinions and judgements have been pretty insensitive so far and just send me into a spiral of depression. I feel cut off and like I don't know where to turn. My husband has been great but it's a lot to put on his shoulders.
I don't understand what's wrong with me. Kids were always eventually part of the plan. But all I feel is like my life is over, my career I've worked so hard on and the time I've carved out for my own mental health will be consumed. I'm no longer me but the mother of someone else and I hate that thought. I hate that my "time in the sun" is over and someone else gets to take all the time and focus and energy. I'm finding nothing exciting about this process and I'm just dreading every day that passes by.
I'm not sure if I'm severely depressed and need help or if my brain is telling me at some level this isn't right and I don't want this. I hate to admit it but I've hoped for a miscarriage although I know that doesn't resolve my absolute terror about becoming a mum because I'd still need to decide whether to try again.
It's like a train hurtling down the track at me and all I want to do is jump but everyone around me is telling me this should be the best experience of my life. I genuinely have never felt so low in my life and could really use some support. I'm seeing a midwife tomorrow but I'm so scared they'll tell me "a lot of mothers feel like this" and "try to go for more walks" when it doesn't erase the reality that's coming for me.