My boy is 6 months old and God knows I love the very bones of him but I really don't think I was made to be a mum.
I got pregnant so soon after our wedding and it was a shock but we were so happy. I think I feel resentful that hubby and I didn't more time to spend together, alone. And other resentments too.
The thing is he's such a 'good' little baby (not that I believe there's such a thing as a bad baby, you understand). Not such hard work as other babies I've read about on here. So I feel like a twat complaining about him.
I feel like a fraud. I say all the right things, I smile beatifically at him at the right moments...whereas all the time I'm thinking "how close are we to another nap time/bed time?".
Fake loving mum of the year award goes to me.
I can't imagine having another baby because I, truthfully, think it's really rubbish.
Hubby want to TTC soon and sometimes I agree about it but mostly I just go hmm.
I think having a little baby is 90% rubbish and 10% good.
I know I'm a terrible person. Flame me and tell me to get over it please, I've got a baby now and that's that.