22 weeks gone and it has suddenly dawned on me that this is all real.
We planned to have a baby, tried for the best part of a year and it is all we ever talk about. Don't get me wrong, I am delighted and already falling in love with our bump. But something is making me, not regret, but question our decision.
I have friends whom I only see every 3 months. Great mates who don't have babies, or restrictions.
I find myself thinking, next time they visit, we will go to our favourite bar, play some pool and they will be drinking and I will be there with my soda and lime as usual, no doubt uncomfortable as hell while they talk about how great it is to be free from responsibility.
I haven't even had this baby and I already want my old life back.
I feel like a monster.