I've just snatched a minute while DD2 is kipping (at last) to read this; actually, Rhubarb, without getting into massive row over it I do know women who've terminated and not regretted it. And if I'm honest, which I don't think I was sufficiently earlier (sorry - have new baby, am trying to look on bright side) there have seriously been moments, with both my daughters, when I've thought 'I can't cope, something has to give'. I remember thinking, when dd1 was about the same age dd2 is now (4 weeks) 'The only way out of this constant screaming is to go and throw myself under a train' - and the other night I found myself thinking, in very similar circs 'I have to ring social services tomorrow, and put her in care or up for adoption'. And I would hate to be a SAHM - and sometimes contemplate my days when I have both of them (and did even when it was my day with just dd1) with real fear. And yet I love dd1, in particular, with a fierce and violent passion - like www, it took time to fall as in love as I am now - and dd2 is wedged there in my heart as well. Motherhood does my head in...
One of the things I really HATE, as it happens, is the way HVs etc treat you as generic, brainless 'mum'. I hate being patronised with pathetic leaflets about weaning. I hate being entreated to go to the baby clinic for no particular reason, as far as I can see, apart from being reassured about my baby's weight when I wasn't worried anyway. And directed towards M&T groups when I'm actually at the doctor's surgery for completely different reasons. Same with hospitals in the past.
DD2 is wailing again so I'm back trying to work out what the hell is the problem...and this pregnancy I chose?