Glad it's not just me. Sorry to whinge, but it gets quite lonely. My DH refuses to believe I'm struggling, I refuse to admit I'm struggling in case someone tries to label me with PND - this is not PND, this is legitimate exhaustion, frustration, isolation, even bereavement for all those nights I'll never sleep, those fags I'll never get to smoke, those hangovers I'll never get to create by getting wrecked, those sick days I'll never get to have because you don't get to really have a sick day if you're a parent, do you? I suppose I'm hyper aware of the negatives because all friends and health visitors / midwives want to gush about is making sure I enjoy this time, I'll never get it back, they grow so fast etc.
I get the feeling that my DH could openly say, actually, 24/7 care of a small baby is a bit boring, and lonely, and no one would bat an eyelid, but for the mother of the child to say such a thing is abhorrent in some way.
I didn't expect it to be amazing or easy, and sometimes it is both of those, and I really do enjoy my DD and enjoy being a mum, but I do feel this sense of pressure to act like I'm enjoying it even if I'm not, otherwise it's PND. Sometimes all you need is someone telling you to enjoy something to suck all the joy right out of it. Am I making any sense or have I finally gone off the map into gibbering madly?