This is likely to be a pity post so apologies in advance and feel free to stop reading now.
Our daughter was 4 in January and we started trying for another before she turned one. It's been a long, painful journey punctuated by 3 miscarriages, 4 rounds of IVF and my husband's diagnosis with/treatment for cancer, the latter of which he has just completed.
I'm 24 weeks now and instead of feeling joy that our second is due in August and relief that my husband is in remission, I just feel miserable. I cry every day in private. I can't fairly talk to my husband (he's feeling positive for the first time in a year and is really looking forward to the new one's arrival), my mum (she lent us the money for IVF after seeing how unhappy we were before) or my friends (they lent support through the period of infertility and miscarriages).
I don't know if this is hormonal or something else. How can you want something so much for years then feel no joy when it's yours? This pregnancy hasn't been the joyous time I hoped for with bleeding, hospital admission and prolonged nausea/vomiting but all that happens to lots of people so I can't see why it would affect me to this extent. I really want to enjoy the time between now and August with my daughter but am stuck in this hole. Any tips?