This might be the lack of sleep talking but some thoughts please and a bit of a handhold...
I'm currently 22 weeks pregnant. I lost my last baby (and almost my life too) earlier this year due to an undiagnosed ectopic pregnancy that resulted in a ruptured Fallopian tube. My partner and I were absolutely devastated and the sorrow I felt was like nothing I have ever felt before or since.
Since becoming pregnant again, I've been very anxious - scared that the pregnancy will be ectopic again, scared I'd suffer a normal miscarriage instead, scared there'd be something untoward picked up in my scans/screening tests, everything really.
Everything has come back fine so far and my pregnancy is progressing well. Baby is wiggling away in there and I'm making the effort to chat to him and help him recognise my voice, etc.
The thing is..... there's always something "looming" in the back of my mind. This constant fear that there's still time for something to go catastrophically wrong. Plus, now that my due date is creeping ever closer, I'm now starting to doubt my ability to even be a mother.
The message boards on here are full of "My baby won't sleep and hasn't slept more than an hour for 6 months" and "I'm worried my child has such-and-such wrong with them" and "My partner is useless and is stepping up". It's almost like, once they're here, a child is something to be endured not enjoyed and I can't see past that.
Now I'm terrified that this much longed for baby that my partner and I so desperately wanted, is in fact a serious mistake. What if the baby can't settle, won't latch, hates baths, grows up to hit other toddlers, becomes a teenage criminal? What if this baby we yearned for tears our relationship apart and I'm left to fend for myself as a single mother? What if, financially, we just can't cope?
I'm getting to a point where all these thoughts crowd my head constantly. I'm going to bed exhausted but then waking a few hours later just to lie there in anxiety-riddled terror that all of this is going to bite me on the ass. People keep telling me to enjoy my pregnancy as I'll miss it when I'm not pregnant but, in all honesty, I'm not enjoying one bit of this. I'm in a constant state of fear and it's crippling me.
Please. Has anyone else experienced this? Am I normal? Or going mad?