twiglet you've been having a hard time lately - i've been not too chirpy either and have been feeling endlessly guilty cos I wasn't happier. Surely this should be such a happy time, right??!
But "life doesn't care about your plans" as I heard once, and thats the problem. We need to coccoon ourselves inside a bubble of warmth and sympathy and safety, but the world keeps jabbing in!
So then we feel worse, cos we don't feel as resilient as we used to. My DH has been really nice to me, but yesterday he was like an Antichrist because of all the stress I was undergoing with the shitty uncommunicative doctors. And he kept saying "I'm not giving out to YOU, its just all this interference...." but of course being around A Massive Grump when you're hormonal and upset anyway really exacerbates your own gloom. So its a vicious cycle.
We DTD in Wk 36 & no more. I felt a bit guilty and explained to him that whilst I did fancy it in my head, honestly my body was too stiff and rickety at the moment. Turns out that he didn't fancy it any more either. To quote: "He's 8 or 9 pounds! I'm sorry, but thats just waaaaay too much baby for me right now!"
I was pretty relieved. But tbh, even if he was gagging for it, my rickety-ness would be winning out. I can't be Superwoman, and why should I need to be?