Hello everyone. I'm not only new here, but pregnant (10 wks) for the first time at 41 - an age when I'm supposed to be mature, sophisticated, worldly and all-powerful, and indeed was sort of heading that way when whoops, an accident. Now I'm facing the prospect of giving up the best things in my life - career, income, dancing, travel, seeing my family and friends --- for a home life that has deteriorated badly in the past two or three years. My once adorable but now stern, cold husband resents my having friends or even talking to my mother on the phone. He says he is pleased about the pregnancy but thinks it doesn't matter if my career is ruined and I'm left with no money and none of the camaraderie I enjoy at work. He has also turned into a right bully. Last night, when I asked him to put our names on waiting lists at child care centres near his workplace, whipped round on me in a rage and said "So YOU expect ME to drop the kid off and pick them up?" (Actually, my aim was just to list ourselves at as many places as possible and hope that one or two came good in 2008/9, child care being almost impossible to get in my part of the world.) I dunno. The only positive thing I can think of right now is the new and interesting little person who might be quite fun to hang out with, unlike his/her father. And, being 41, this is my last chance. But since I found out I was pregnant, I've been so miserable, and the matrimonial bust-up that was on the cards last year is looking increasingly likely. Should I go ahead with the pregnancy, or organise a bittersweet end to things?