Here I am, lovely part of Sydney, lovely house, lovely weather, pregnant with first child and living in a part of the world that's just amazing for raising children... and yet all I want to do is go home. I don't know if I mean permanently. But I miss my family and my DH's family like mad right now. I find the idea of raising a child halfway round the world from its grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins goes against every shred of what feels right and natural to me. (DH, by the way, is not remotely bothered by any of this.) My sis's kids see their grandparents (my parents) all the time. Isn't that how it's meant to be? I didn't have that relationship with my grandparents, but it would have been lovely. Why am I about to deny it to my own child?
I am grappling on a daily basis with lifestyle here (cannot begin to compare what we have here to what we'd have back in England) versus being with family.
Then I hear about all the crime in England, the shootings, the murders, the overcrowding, the bad weather... And I think I must be mad.
Am I just hormonal? Did anyone else feel this way while pg overseas? Did it pass once bub was born? If it gets worse, DH has at least been supportive that we could try going back home, but we'd hold on to the house out here in case going back was a mistake.
Am I just mixing up missing family with feeling isolated and wishing I had more support? Is it a case of friends with kids becoming your new family once baby arrives? I wish there was the equivalent of NCT out here...
Moan moan. Sorry for long whingey post.