Crikey, I hope you can help me with this one.
I'm 13 weeks pregnant, all a bit of a malarchy because I'd spent the last 20 years of my life being told that I was infertile thanks to my fiendish endometriosis.
After weeks of utter shock I'm finally coming around to having a baby. The problem is that I'm struggling to be positive about the outcome. After years of being told nothing but doom n gloom about my fetid loins, and endless surgery, it's a real struggle to believe that this (my only) pregnancy could be succesful. I'm convinced that I'll miscarry or that the baby will be stillborn or that it'll pop out with all manner of terrible ailments (horrible thoughts, I know, I know). And there are days when I don't even believe I am pregnant even though there is a scan pic of the Mini-Me on my mantlepiece and my tits are attempting to take over the world.
I really want to enjoy being pregnant but I don't think I'm going to beieve this is happening until a sqalling ball of baby is plopped into my arms come January.
Do all women go through this? Or is this all just another product of my fevered noggin?
Sx