I am 21 weeks pregnant with what will be my first. DP has 2 kids already, 7 and 10. They are great, lovely, bright, have always been nothing but nice to me and are thrilled about the baby. Believe me when I say I know how lucky I am here. Only problem we ever have really is that DSS (10) struggles to control his emotions and can have huge tantrums. Though he's never done it with me, so again, feel very lucky.
Most of the time everything rolls along very well. DP and I had a bit of an argument last night because I went to bed at 10.20 the night before rather than finish off a game with him and DSS (who was having a meltdown because DP told him he obviously needed to go to the loo as he was jiggling his legs - he had a massive tantrum about it). I was exhausted and have got a cold. I said I thought they'd been up too late and he said it was fine because they were on holiday - which I felt was a bit unfair. I don't have a problem with late nights in school holidays, but I do have a bit of a problem with not getting any adult time at all (I can't seem to make it past 11pm at the moment, on a good night!)
I went off and wept by myself. There are so many things that he just doesn't understand, and that I would feel like a terrible person for voicing. Like, I read about first time mums and their partners just shutting themselves away for a few weeks after the baby is born, which I would love to do, but won't happen because it's due in the Christmas holidays so at some point DP will have to go and get the kids and we won't have that time by ourselves. Or all the stuff that's really exciting to me as a first time mum, but he's done it all before. Or that I'm panicking about the run-up to the birth because it's a 2 hour round trip for him to go and pick up the kids and then if I did go into labour, it's an hour for his parents to get here to get the kids. (I must point out that I can see all the irrationalities here, and that I know in my heart there will probably be plenty of time and it will all be ok...but it still worries me). Or that I always wanted to have two children close in age as my brother was older than me by 10 years and though I loved him to bits I was such a lonely child - but we'll only be able to have one baby as we simply can't afford to have another and support his kids.
After I'd cried he came up and told me he knew it was difficult for me, which made me feel awful, because honestly, his kids are great and I'm thrilled to be part of their family, and he is a wonderful partner and father and I'm so happy we're having a baby together. I know I'm an ungrateful sow. But sometimes I feel so sad for not getting the experience that other first time mums get.
On the other hand, I did get a lot of their baby stuff.
Rant over.