My husband and I dithered around for 2 years trying to decide on whether to have third bub or not. I found out yesterday I'm pregnant and I am literally terrified.
My head keeps saying 'what have you done'? We're due to move back to England in June and both our children (age 5 and 7 in June) would be at school. I was planning on working a couple of days a week then having a couple of days to do some uni courses.
Now I'm panicing that I've done the wrong thing. What was I thinking? I will be 42 (nearly 43) when bub is born and husband will be 50. He never wanted a third but did it for me- he's a great guy.
Please, please don't judge me. I feel really weepy and scared. A part of my wants to smile and think of my 'little bean' but another part of me is so scared.
A big part of moving back to UK was to have family support. Can imagine someone in our family looking after our 5 and 7 year old but not also a baby.
Any supportive advice really really appreciated. Thank you so much for listening.