I think I just want a little bit of a rant.
I have a daughter who turns three tomorrow, and I'm 23 weeks pregnant. I have a touch of prenatal depression: not completely debilitating, but enough to make me feel defeatist and alone about everything, like I'd really rather hide in bed and read all day. I find it hard to be all sunshine and smiles for my daughter without feeling painfully aware that I'm faking it.
We have long-term houseguests staying at the moment: a couple, both friends of mine. I actually introduced them to one another and am terribly fond of both of them. They got engaged recently and are all happy and la-la and on cloud nine and I'm really happy for them.
I'm finding it a little hard having them in the house, though, because they are way more fun for my daughter to play with than I am. They are younger, more fun, have more energy, get more sleep and are not pregnant, and unlike me they can just walk away whenever they can't be bothered with her company.
I know: I should feel grateful that someone is around to play with her so I can sit in another room and read a book for a bit. And I am! I like reading books. But this evening, as soon as I got her home from nursery, she just wanted to play with them, and didn't give me even a backward glance. I cooked her dinner, put her (protesting) to bed, and that was all I was needed for. I know I could feel happy about that, but I just feel like I'm only good for the drudgery part of bringing her up, the disciplining, teeth-brushing and washing-up, while other people are going "wheeee!" and being super-fun in ways I can't.
I only have a few months left of her being my only child and I don't want to spend them just being the person who says No and makes her go to bed when she'd rather be playing. Also, I am not a "wheee!", high-energy person. I can only be as fun as I can be, and I worry that it isn't fun enough for her any more.
It's her birthday tomorrow. I bought her a dolls' house: it's been waiting in the shed for three months. I brought it in tonight, got it all ready for her to see in the morning, and our houseguests announced they want to be up especially early to see her face. (They never usually surface until lunchtime.) Am I being selfish to want to just give it to her by myself? If they're there she'll only want to play dolls' houses with them while I get ignored.
I know the point of buying her a dolls' house wasn't to win her love, it was so she could have a dolls' house and hours of happy play, so I'm probably being a selfish twat. The whole situation's getting to me and I feel like the boring one in the household: I miss her seeing me as a source of fun. Am I being stupid? Answers on a postcard.