Hi all,
Sorry, long! My husband and I really do want to start a family, but up until the last four months or so, it's been me pushing for it. We've been together for seven years, married for two. We're both 32. My husband has recently changed careers working as a personal trainer - he was miserable in his old career - and is very responsible in the sense of knowing he wasn't ready all those years but is approaching a more paternal state of mind lately. He said recently he wanted a few months to ensure he is capable of looking after his family (repeat clients, earnings etc) but he's really looking forward to starting a family.
There's not much I could fault with him; it's me that's driving me crazy! I came off the pill two months ago and we've...let passion carry us away ;) Up until yesterday there was the very real possibility I might have been pregnant. For the last four years, my body really kicked in with the broodiness. At times I would describe it as a physical ache, I wanted a baby so badly, I wanted to be pregnant so badly and would daydream about what it felt like.
When my period arrived yesterday, I felt a mixture of disappointment but also a lot of relief. Fair do's - there's things with our financial and work situation that could be better but I also know there's hardly ever a "perfect" time, you know? No, i think the relief was because I suddenly felt like I wasn't ready, I got totally freaked out for so many reasons - it's been us two for so long, scared of my body, scared of the birth - and now suddenly i feel like a fraud :(
I've been going on and on so much for years about how ready I am, how I'm going to make the birth a positive experience, how wonderful it will be to be "the three of us" etc. And now it's like my husband has spent all these years quietly being honest when he hasn't been ready, and now he is ready - and I did the opposite, spending all these years going on about how I was ready NOW! and how awesome it would be, and now all I can think about are negatives - I can't seem to tap back into that lovely glow-y space. And I'm not even pregnant so can't blame the reality of it.
My husband has been lovely, laughing a little (in a nice way) and giving me a cuddle, saying he knew I'd be like this because I have a tendency to tie myself up in knots over things, that it'll be fine when it happens, that I will be great etc. But I'm so freaked out I'm talking myself out of the whole thing! What if I have been completely wrong all these years? I feel like the physical broodiness over took my competence, emotional maturity and the ability to separate lovely daydreams from the very different reality.