When we started trying for no2, things seemed quite good. That was back in the autumn, I’m now due next month and I really, really wish I could go back on that decision. Of course I can’t, but I’m so, so worried about the days, months and years to come.
Being horribly honest here, I hate parenting my toddler. I say all the right things and I show enthusiasm and I engage, but I loathe it with every fibre of my being. He is two and a half and is incredibly destructive. He can’t seem to do anything without destroying it. Doors are slammed shut, the cats can’t have dry food left out because he throws it everywhere, he climbs onto chairs and throws things off the dining room table if we leave anything on it. It’s looking likely I’ll need a c section and god knows how we’ll cope in the house for six weeks, it will be destroyed. He also hurts the cats, so they are constantly exiled. I’m worried he’ll hurt the baby too.
I work three days a week, I used to live for my days off. Now I live for my days at work.
He wakes at 5 every day, I’m fed up of him by 8 o clock. I know that’s horrible. His latest trick is lifting my top up and shoving his head in or pulling my trousers down, I know he doesn’t mean any harm but it’s so triggering.
Please don’t anyone ask why I haven’t done this or that. I will have done this and that, he gives no fucks whatsoever.
I am hoping he’ll grow out of a lot of this, but then I have it coming again. If I knew how wretched and miserable having a toddler really was I wouldn’t have repeated it as I don’t have it in me to do this a second time.