So about a week ago I realised my anxiety was taking over my pregnancy, the thought of hitting 39 weeks pregnant made me have a panic attack. I couldn't bare the thought of hitting 40..no way.
It crossed my mind to try and break my own waters, I scared myself. Please be aware this Wasa fleeting thought and I never acted on it but googled to see if anyone had this mental thought.
Now my depression seems to be out weighing the anxiety. I started smoking again (not smoked a single cig my entire pregnancy).. decided I definitely don't want to breatfeed and accepted that I'll go straight onto antidepressants as soon as my daughter is born.
I feel fucking awful, I mean no wonder she doesn't want to come out I'm a lunatic.. every day that goes by I feel more detached from the whole thing and think she'll be better off without me. I texted my midwife to open up about my feelings of anxiety, which took a lot, and in true midwife of this area fashion have had zero contact back.
I'm tempted to ring labour ward and ask to see a doctor. To which I know they will say well speak to your midwife but I don't have an appointment for another whole week. By which point god knows what state I'll be in. I just want to be induced and hold my girl, have a cry and tell her I'm sorry for being a bit of a failure and I'll make it up to her.
To top it off the girl in the flat above me have birth like one or two days ago and I can hear it crying.. but I don't feel anything.. no urge to comfort it or anything and I'm so worried how I'll be around by own baby...
Sorry for the rant I have no one to talk to