Dh and I couldn't decide about trying for a second, but the guilt of my DS being an only one made us eventually go for it. I know that is a stupid reason to make the decision, but I really felt like I wanted another one and was excited when I fell pregnant. That quickly changed and now I can't stop worrying and I feel miserable. I worry I'll never cope, I worry about my mental and physical health, my husband's mental health, I'm terrified of a repeat of the horrendous sleep deprivation that went on for 18 months with DS. I feel weak and stupid and selfish for all the thoughts I have, and pathetic that lots of people cope with 2 easily. Then I read endless threads about how hard it is and how people are struggling. I keep thinking about termination (I'm so sorry if this is insensitive to others who long for a baby), I even rang BPAS and they sent me the medication. I've been carrying or everywhere with me for 3 days on the verge of taking it, then the guilt stops me. I can't think of a single positive thing about having another, except my DS wouldn't be an only and I wouldn't have to live with the guilt and shame of termination. But I don't want to bring a poor child in to the world feeling like this about it. I feel nothing for the baby, I even had a scan and when I saw it on the screen I felt even worse.
I'm 9 weeks today. I just feel desperate and I hate myself for getting into this position. I don't know what I want from this post, but I feel tortured by these thoughts and I guess I wondered if anyone else has felt like this, if it passed and if they coped.