I am just entering my third trimester. it has been tough for one reason and another (health and personal). DH and I have argued lots and I have not felt excited by this pg very much. I get moments of excitement, then I get huge bouts of fear, fear that it is the wrong choice (2nd pg), fear that I have done DD an injustice by not giving her my 100% attention any more. Fear I will be a bad mum, fear that this pregnancy and other personal issues have damaged DH and I relationship and we cannot get it back to where it was before.
My emotions have been like a rollercoaster up and down and up and down, really quite eratic and I have often had thoughts, only vague of just walking away. No plans, no ideas where I would go.
Yesterday, DH and I argued again. About not very much, which is worse as it means the arguing is so intrenched I do not no how to stop it now. I went to lie down/cry and lay there idly mind wondering.
Then a very real, very calm, very 'rational' feeling popped into my head and it made sense, even if just for a fleeting moment. I thought I fancied a drive, just get away. And then I thought how DH and DD would be better off without this miserable wreck who has turned into a horrible, moany, angry old woman. I thought about just driving the car, and driving and driving it into a river. I thought that the baby would not know any different, and I did not feel too upset about the fact I would be killing myself and my baby. I did not even think of it as killing, just ending.
And then my DD called for me and I realised what it was I was thinking and how I could never leave her, and that I did want this baby, and I would not give up, and then I felt so terrible for this thought even popping into my head, that I would even consider leaving my baby girl. And it has prayed on my mind.
I would not do it, I do not want to do it, I do not know why I thought it, but for the time I did, it felt a very real and appropriate course of action.
Is this ever normal, or does it signify some seriously wrong with my mental health?
I am not normally suicidal, not had these kind of thoughts before, never suffered from depression before (perhaps a little from stress at times of seriously stressful events, but even then its affected my sleep rather than in this manner). I do not know where this came from.