My husband and I have been trying for a baby on and off for about eighteen months. He has always been super keen and I haven't been, to the extent that we stopped trying for a few months because I just wasn't sure it was what I wanted to do. I decided after a while that although I really don't fancy the idea of being pregnant, the idea of giving birth sends me into a complete panic, and I don't really like babies very much, I didn't want to not have children and so I was just going to have to get on with it. I was reassured that my mum has always said that she didn't like babies and was not a maternal sort of person and I thought that really your own baby has got to be different to someone else's baby, right?!
We have now finally got pregnant - I had a positive test on Saturday morning. My immediate reaction was to feel quite panicky but also a bit pleased, and for most of Saturday we were having pretty positive conversations about how we could adjust our largely going-out-for-beers-focussed social life, how we were going to tell people and when etc. Then we went to see a friend who has literally just have a baby and I freaked out entirely at seeing my mate suddenly breastfeeding a tiny human. I cried almost non-stop from leaving their place on Saturday afternoon until yesterday evening. I explained to my husband that I was worried that I had made completely the wrong decision and that I was concerned that I had focussed too much on what he wanted to do (in the knowledge that I am pretty sure that he would want a divorce if I had suddenly said that I didn't want children) and that I really wasn't sure that this was the right thing to do. We had an awful evening, obviously. He wasn't even cross with me because he entirely accepted that I hadn't tried to mislead him and had really thought that I'd be all right if we went ahead. We got to the stage of him saying, look, you need to decide what you want to do because I can't decide for you, and I sort of drew back and thought, god, I can't not go ahead with this because that would really be the end of everything, and I'm really not sure what my feelings are about this, which is a pretty poor basis for making a major decision. He said that he was worried and nervous too, which reassured me a bit.
So I'm not really sure where we are now. I have no idea how to tell if I am feeling this upset and uncertain because everyone does and/or my hormones are all over the place and/or I suffer from depression anyway, or if it's because I actually am making the wrong decision and it will actually only get worse as I get further along. I would be really grateful if anyone has any advice to offer.