Hi Lou
Yes, yes, utterly terrified. I was happy about the pregnancy at first too - felt like I loved the tiny thing inside me, (a contrast to the way I felt during the act, heehee)
ahem. But I suppose I was still hopeful about the father at that point. It was when I was about 3 months that I finally realised I had 'permission' to leave the arsehole, because I broke down in front of my mother, and she begged me to leave him - well he'd kind of left already, really - and it was at that point that I came to my senses and realised I'd totally lost all respect and any feelings for him I'd ever had. (we' only been dating about 8 months by then) and that was when I stopped loving the baby. Because it was his, and I hated him as much as you can hate a person.
I went for my scan, and took home photos I couldn't bring myself to look at. I felt it move at 12 weeks and resented it - didn't want to think about it, see the bump, feel the kicks. I hated that poor little thing.
I wished to God that I had taken my chance and had an abortion - not because I ever agreed with abortion,(everyone told me to have one and I'd decided I couldn't - cancelled four appointments) but because I felt nothing for the baby and didn't want it to be born unloved. Plus I had awful morning sickness which made it rough for me and my ds...my mum was furious at having to help out so much.
Anyway this went on - search under flightattendant last spring, there are various threads about it - also sirius5, in the adoptions board, as I asked there about having him adopted.
It got to about 5 weeks before the birth and I still couldn't enjoy a moment of it - couldn't want the baby - but I'd had time to calm down. Also the blok had stopped pestering us so much, and I felt a bit safer (thought I'd be trapped, which was a big part of it). it did feel hideous having what I considered a 'part of him' in my body.
But at that point, things altered a little. I began to feel rather sorry for the baby. I had dreams where I would be screaming and saying 'take it away from me' and actually thought I would feel that way when it was born.
Writing it down and talking a bit about it helped get that guilt out, at least. I allowed myself to feel the hatred and fantasise about giving up the baby. That was really useful as it made me cry a lot, and after that I knew I loved it - well I knew I had the potential to. Not just feel sorry for it like an abandoned puppy I'd found in the street, which was what I didn't want to feel.
Anyway, I kind of realised nobody else was going to love it, and I was the only one who could help it - and when he was born, I felt nothing at first - just anger and pain and shock (very quick birth) and cross with the fact I wasn' being helped or supported by his father, (though glad he wasn't there!!) but then after I stopped shaking and was stitched and everything, I looked down at this little soft lamb and well, he was just a baby - he was beautiful, he wasn't his dad, he was a mixture of features but it didn't matter much if he had a slight look of his dad.
I didn't care because he needed me and was small and vulnerable and loved me, I was all he had, and then I got overwhelmed by love for him like I never even felt with my first - whose dad I adored - perhaps my mind's way of over compensating. Like I said, I had a long time to prepare, and I think you do, whether you're aware of it or not.
I even posted once asking for reassurance because I felt I loved him TOO much. it was odd!
I think you'll be Ok Lou. Sorry for the long essay. I hope it helps a wee bit - you've a way to go yet, give your subconscious a chance to step in, it will look after you xx
They all have things that annoy you - most definitely - I get that with both of them 'you're just like your father!' But they can't help it