After years of TTC, numerous MC's and intensive fertility treatment, we're in a very fortunate position - last stages of pregnancy.
Other than wanting a healthy baby, I never really invested any thought into detail; didn't care if it's a boy or a girl, what colour eyes or hair she / he would have, who would the baby look like the most, etc.
Being one of live's battered realists I'm too aware of dangers that still lay ahead, each suspicious movement (or lack of) makes me anxious, I don't have a birth plan - just plan to go along with whatever happens, and investing trust in medical profesionals, as well as my own body and Mother Nature, and so on and so forth.
Bearing in mind that not once has my imagination conjured up this perfect child with perfect birth, and the perfect happy ever after (far from it), all of a sudden tonight I had a scary thought - what if I don't like what I see / get once he's been handed to me after birth?
There's no expectation to live up to, so what's with the crazy thinking? Anyone else has ever thought like that? Even more so - has anyone actually felt like that when the moment came?