Aw shucks you guys 
knockedupmell I'm just glad I could help you in some way. I remember feeling exactly the same way a few months back... exactly the same. Some days, I collapsed into an incompetant heap sobbing to DH that there was just no way I could do this, and that our DS would be far better off with another family, and could he look into adoption on the internet? It's a horrible thing for me to have said, but it's true.
The way I summarised it was this. As a first time Mum, I think it's harder because you're trying to imagine what it's going to be like loving a baby. You worry that you won't know how to, and as a result; the baby will suffer. But of course you don't know how to love a baby; you've never had one! I think you also worry that there's not enough room in your life for two big loves. Because, when you first struck out with your DH/DP, you pretty much ditched your parents by the wayside, didn't you? Because you didn't need them anymore. Now you worry that because there's a baby on the way, there's no way you'll be able to love it and your partner at the same time; your partner is just going to have to suffer, and shove on out the way, isn't he? Therefore your relationship will suffer and you'll all end up miserable. Well, no actually. I don't know how, but it doesn't If people were going to have difficulty in their relationships, they would've anyway. A baby doesn't make that happen at all. People who say it does are idiots. Anyway, my point is that you don't know how you're going to cope... of course you don't! You've never done it before, never experienced it before!
And another thing, OP... Some people, I am sure must have that lovely feeling where they 'bond with the bump' almost straight away. Well, I can tell you that I bloody well didn't. I forgot I was pregnant all the time, to the extent that I had to re-order in pubs and bars sometimes when I realised that that socking great glass of wine wouldn't go down awfully well. When I was about 4 months (I didn't show for a looong time) DH and I were chatting away on a Friday night in the kitchen, DH casually reaches down to the cooler unit, pulls out a bottle of wine, uncorks it and pours two glasses of wine and plonks one in front of me. Totally oblivious. We weren't being mean, I would've died if anything had've happened to our baby. I just forgot about him most of the time. I also felt a bit resentful sometimes too. I really sodding well love cheese, pate, alcohol of all kind, having sex in baby-unfriendly positions, sleeping on my tummy, scorching hot summer holidays and take away food from unsavoury establishments. But I couldn't do that. (right now anyway... 8 weeks and counting...) All I'd had as my reward was looking at a 12 week scan. Which was nice, he looked less like a crocodile than at the 8 week one, but still not quite... well, you know.
But one day, I felt him move. Although, if I'm honest I thought it maybe a chronic wind problem for about a week. That was quite nice. It felt like the little chap could maybe understand a bit that there was a world outside, and there were people waiting for him. Then we went for the 20 week scan and he blew me away. The sonographer spent a long time looking over the heart area. I didn't know they did thaat at that particular scan, and I got really scared there was something wrong. I thought to myself 'ah well, if there's something wrong with your heart, then you'll just have to have mine. I've had a pretty good run... wonder if they'd crack on and take my heart and give it to DS if they asked, or if I'd have to top myself first and leave a note stating my wishes...' I actually started pondering the complexities of my suicide in order to give him my heart. Of course he was fine. But I came out of the place a different person, because I realised that I did love him, I wasn't a bad mother (yet. Got plenty of time yet...), and that I would die for him. Happily. DH told me exactly the same had flashed through his mind. We've rubbed along, all three of us very happily ever since
xx