It's been little over 4 months. Right now I'm in the middle of a breakdown, crying on the couch. Haven't had one of these in a while (since the beginning of first trimester). I'm well aware of my blessings; at 21 weeks my baby's healthy, I have an amazing husband and my family's healthy. We've been doing a good job entertaining ourselves during this time, keeping ourselves busy with various hobbies.
Today I failed. I could not pretend everything's fine. I feel this massive longing for the life I used to have and it's not just coronavirus. Even if it mutates into a common cold, I will never go back to my old life because I'm going to be a mother.
Don't get me wrong, I had a very domestic lifestyle. I worked from home and had no friends, just me and hubby. I had my mini routines that I now realise were a vital part of my life. Small things like starting the day with a long grueling HIIT workout, getting dressed up, shopping for pretty lingerie to boost my already solid self image and then eating out and having a nice cup of coffee etc.
That person sounds like someone else now. I can hear you guys say "you can do them all with a baby!" You're probably right. I know there's light at the end of tunnel, I'm just not seeing it. What I see after birth is sleepless nights, baby troubles and a body damaged to a point I cannot even foresee.
Worst part is, I'm not emotionally connected with the baby. I feel the responsibility right on my shoulders and am doing everything under the sun to make sure she's ok, but love isn't there yet. I also feel so guilty typing this.
There's no point to this post really, I cannot share these grim thoughts with anyone but here. If you read this far, wow...sorry for the negativity. 