Really really wanted pg number 2 to happen and feel lucky it did so quickly but am now sick with fear about what's to come.
dd (2.10) was a v v demanding high needs baby, cried all day, fed badly, constantly unsettled. Such hard work I became v isolated because of the constant screaming. Things have got a LOT better as she's got older but not until she could walk and talk tbh. Birth wasn't good, bf was horrible and me and dh nearly split up. Now I'm nearly due I keep wondering "what an earth have i done?". dd is happy now, we're happy finally, and now it might all get wrecked.
Me and dh crap at sleep deprivation, if the bay is up all night every night I just won't cope and I'm s**t scared of something happening in labour, oxygen deprivation or some other complication that affects the baby for life. just v v worried about dd and this new baby. I'm not a "natural" mother, find it boring and frustrating although I much prefer the toddler stage to the baby stage.
People will probably be wondering why I decided to go for another, the need to do it was something I can't explain and I'm sure others on here will understand that primitive need. But I've been stupid, I was viewing life through rose tinted glasses .
Also moving house next week and keep getting panic attackes about it, feel guilty for what I'm putting dd through, house move and new baby withing a month, it will be so stressful for her.
Yesterday at work was in office on my own doing admin all day, but couldn't concentrate just kept bursting into tears. Thank god no one saw me!
Just writing about it makes my chest tense up and I feel dizzy.
have i made a terrible mistake? if I have another baby like dd it's going to be hellish.
Then thinking about it I think we're so lucky, feelbad for moaning, dd is healthy i should be grateful, just being selfish.
God this anxiety is grim.