I'm twenty two weeks, doing this solo (not by choice), which I know is super common now a days, but I'm still having a super hard time.
I was recently unemployed, but landed a job this last week. Turns out I may lose this job (clearance drama), which really puts a spanner in my plans because I was planning on working the next few months so I could qualify for MA.
I'm living with my parents right now, but they're planning on moving about an hour away to a new county (which means that I'll have to change midwives and delivery hospital), unless I get a council flat, which I'm sure I won't. I don't want to be ungrateful- of course I am super thankful I am able to stay with them, but I feel horribly guilty imposing upon them. And I know it's going to be even harder if I'm still living with them when I give birth, as new borns are very loud no matter what.
I have no friends, all my friends are married with kids or in another country.
I'm just having a really hard time. I've been depressed since before I got pregnant, came off meds as I was in the process of switching them when I found out I was pregnant and wasn't comfortable in the first trimester taking them. I told my midwife at my booking appointment that I have depression (8 weeks along), and I still haven't been seen by PNMH. I've been to my GP and been prescribed different meds, but I feel so much worse not better.
The further along I get, the more depressed and anxious I become. Not that I want to be with my ex, but my heart breaks for this little girl who's biological dad doesn't want anything to do with her. I'm freaking out about money. I'm scared that I'm not going to be enough of a mom for my little one, especially in the state I'm in, and that it will always just be us and I'll never have any kind of intimacy again. The thought of giving birth alone gives me panic attacks, and just every day little things are adding up.
I have no clue about child maintenance and if I'd even be able to get my ex to pay it- I don't want him to resent my daughter more than he already seems to (last time we had communication he told me I was ruining his life by not getting a termination), and the past week it's just played over and over again in my head. Some days I respect that it's his choice to walk away, and other days the pain of it kills me.
Every day the enormity of my life overwhelms me and I don't know what to do to make it better.
I don't know what the point of this post is, I guess to not feel alone.