Hello everyone. I’ve found this thread and actually tbh, it might be the cathartic place to air my fears to a sympathetic audience, if you don’t mind..
I’m 10weeks pregnant. Planned pregnancy. As far as DH and midwife are concerned I am happy. Happy happy happy. Except, I think I am not, but I don’t know how many of my thoughts are natural fears of the unknown, or how many are signs of possible issues. Trouble is I don’t really let myself dwell on the matter over long, I sort of land on a thought and skitter away iykwim.
I’ve got a DC 3 years old. Light of my life and just the most fun to be with. I’d been adamant I was one and done. First 12 months had been horrendous for me - she just didn’t sleep. I struggled to adapt my lifestyle. I had no peers with children, and so felt very alone in my experience.
2020 was an exceptionally hard year for my family. Life changing with a negative outcome that then somehow, inexplicably, became positive. I won’t go into details but suffice to say, it was stressful, mentally challenging and drained all my resilience. But because of that sudden positive outcome, I thought carpe diem - my DC is fab, two can surely be only twice as good.
Except now I am pregnant all I can worry about is the cost. Three more years of nursery fees. The physical cost to my body - weight gain is really troublesome to me and my job is physically demanding/requires fitness testing plus all the concerns about physical changes caused by pregnancy and childbirth. I am mid 30s now so not as supple as I once was. Then the mental cost of coming to terms with it all: whether this new baby will fit into our lives, what if it has additional needs, I worry about all the opportunities that DC1 now doesnt have because a) my pregnancy has drained me of all energy so I barely have the capacity to go out to do the food shop for two hours let alone do anything fun with her, and b) this new child will restrict what we can do with her too …
Then my deepest darkest moments I think about whether or not I would be relieved to hear I had had a mmc at the dating scan. Or if I had a miscarriage tomorrow. I don’t really feel anything positive for this pregnancy yet. And yet weirdly, I’ve told almost everyone I am pregnant? Feel no reason to hide it but I’m not yet seeing it as real. Then I have nightmares I’m having twins and DH and I end up splitting up because I choose to terminate.
I don’t know. This is a long post. I guess I’m writing things I can’t talk about with real people. Does any of this resonate?