Hi, I'm new here so I apologise if this isn't the right bit :)
I'm 22, and mum to my little boy who is 4 next month. I'm 18 weeks pregnant with a little girl.
I fell pregnant with my son at 17, I was an idiot (to put it bluntly), and messed up my life. Before pregnancy, I was a proud, hard working, physically strong woman. I was applying to join the RAF and train to be a nurse. I worked hard at cadets, excelled at it, loved life, and was looking forward to starting training. Life was good. Then I got my positive pregnancy test.
I love my son to bits. He is an amazing, fantastic little boy. He deserves so much better.
After falling pregnant, I decided to become a civvy nurse. I worked hard to go to uni, and now I work as a registered nurse.
I pretend I'm happy. I'm lucky, I've done well in life. I turned it round from being a scared 17 year old.
OH and I decided to TTC in June. I got a positive pregnancy test in July. Dates show that I conceived within the first few days of trying. We're blessed.
This pregnancy has been so hard. I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum at 6 weeks. By 10 weeks I was signed off work, and I will be off work now until I go on maternity leave. I go back to work August next year.
Being off work is making me miserable. The thought of going back makes me feel ill.
Parenting doesn't come naturally to me. Who are these mums who can take their kids to the park, then go swimming, then make a healthy nutritious lunch, then do messy play, before playing games and making tea? Why am I not one? Every day I wake up wanting to go back to bed, and begging for the day to hurry up and be over. I'm tired of crying.
OH is fantastic. But he's a nurse too, and when he's on shift, the days drag, and I'm so lonely.
My son does 15 hours at nursery a week, and when he's there, I just sleep and dread the time for him to come home.
I feel sick thinking about march, when they'll be 2 to look after. I regret TTC, which sounds awful, I persuaded myself that it would get better, but it never does.
Earlier I accidentally came across all the photos from my time at cadets, and all the fitness and prep I was doing. Remembering all the interviews and selection weekends I did to get accepted. My heart is breaking, and I feel awful for not appreciating the wonderful life I do have.