I am sat here in floods of tears. Tonight was awful with the boys. They are nearly 3 and nearly 18 months respectively. I am 29 weeks pregnant with my 3rd baby. I wanted (or rather Dh and I) a large family and to have them close together so they could be close and well so I could be finished with the baby stage quicker and could see my family as it is rather than what it was going to be. But anyway bedtime tonight was loads of shouting and tears and silences etc. I just fear I'm not coping and thus will not cope with third one.
My Dh is away alot with work (in Amsterdam as I type) but even when he is here he's no great help. I think I'm just grateful for the company rather than the input he provides. He thinks I'm doing really well but I feel like I'm sinking. I think that it's just been a bad week. Just a rant but it's times like these you need a really big hug and a dessert neither of which are available right now.