I'm sorry, I know I said I wouldn't put a long post on here but Red magazine was rubbish and I am sat on the sofa with my mind just going round and round. So I am going to just write it all down on here, in a purely therapeutic away. Please feel free to ignore my ramblings. I know this is something I will keep coming back to over the next few months.
Its just that all I keep thinking about is getting pregnant and having another baby. But I am torn. Tbh, I was torn before getting pregnant. More to do with the fact that I really wanted 3 children but was not sure as my life is pretty good. My dc are past the dependable baby stage. They get on brilliantly. They share a room in our 3 bed flat. We have space. We have money as we are not overstretched financially. Life is neat and tidy. I am not good with the dependable stage. It makes me feel claustrophobic and panicky (not an exaggeration). I hate that I have no space for myself. That all I am is a mother to a small demanding child. I put myself under a lot of pressure to be perfect, that I shouldn't feel like that, that I shouldn't crave space from my own baby. I have spoken a lot about this to my therapist and I know there is still alot to work through, but my incredible impulse is to completely ignore all of that and just think sod it, I want another baby.
But I think about all the things I could do if I didn't have another baby. I could go to the gym when they are at school. I could do a bit more work and then we could afford lovely treats. I could start exploring new career avenues that really interest me. I wouldn't have to do the whole baby thing again, the night feeds, the breastfeeding (which I hated but wanted to do), the baby classes, the being at home with a baby (which I find suffocating and claustrophobic). And 3 children seems chaotic. And I worry one would be left out.
But on the other hand two children to me seems lonely. I want to be able to give my dc a sibling. My dc are 18 months apart and I don't think I enjoyed either of their babyness as the first one was such a shock and my ds was still little when I had dd.
Before I lost this baby I spent a week panicking about what I had done, how I had completely turned everything around and that I just wanted it to all go away. And now it has gone away it is all I want.
I feel I have no space to work this one out as dddh took a bit of convincing to have another one and I so I feel if I voice any concern over it I am so worried it will change his mind and take any sort of choice I have over this.
I don't think I have written this down very well and it seems like a complete ramble but my head feels all over the place.
I'm sorry, this just seems like such a rant, and it really is a bit 'off thread'. I don't even feel like I have got to the bottom of it either.
But my heart is aching for my baby. Perhaps I am just trying to replace what I have lost.
I am not going to read this back to myself as I will most likely hit the delete button, so apologies if I make no sense at all.
I actually feel slightly guilty posting this too. It really seems v unimportant when I read what you have all been through. And I know I shouldn't compare but that is just a really bad trait of mine.
I am now going to take a breath and continue with my knitting in the hope it will stop the tornado that is spinning round in my head right now.
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