Hi all,
I was wondering if anyone would be kind enough to offer some advice/guidance/healing vibes/crystals/a virtual cup of tea … anything.
I found out yesterday I am expecting DC no2. For backstory, my DD is 10 months old and the light of my bloody life. After DD was born, I knew right away that she was never going to be an only child as I became broody instantly (a feeling I never had even whilst carrying her): a feeling, which never disappeared despite many people telling me it would. DH and I have always known we wanted at least two children and so mutually agreed that “we’d see what happens” and not try and actively prevent another pregnancy.
Fast forward a few months the line, there’s not much desire, time, or energy for doing the horizontal monster mash very often, so we didn’t give it much though. In recently months with DD sleeping better, the stars aligning, and generally falling back into some sense of nooky-normality … we’ve dtd a handful of times. I’m still BFing, and had no idea if I was even ovulating nor not, so the idea of actually getting pregnant seemed too good to be true.
Over the last few days ‘Things Felt Different’ The Musical, and so I took a few tests, ultimately giving me the answer that I am pregnant again. However, much to my surprise, I feel scared shitless. I’m happy, but that happiness is buried under layers of fear, guilt, and pure shock. The guilt is the worst; every time I see a photo of my daughter I burst into tears because I feel like I’ve done something wrong. I absolutely adore Mummy and DD times together and I’m petrified that that has been ruined. Im also scared that the love I will feel for her will halve, as well as not having enough for a new baby, because I can’t imagine loving another human being as much as I love my DD. On the flip side, she can also be a complete firecracker! She seemed to hit milestones way before children her age; she was rolling over, crawling, walking, so so fast and some days I’m at my wits end with how exhausting it is looking after a baby with housework, trying to maintain a social life, looking after my own mental health etc … (which has been extremely poor in recent months.) I feel quite isolated as it is and we’ve decided (for reasons) to not announce the pregnancy until around 12/13 weeks so I don’t have anyone aside from my DH IRL to talk to.
I guess I’m hoping someone has gone through something similar and come out the other end? We are so blessed (hate that phrase normally) to have fallen pregnant with a second baby with relative ease, so why am I absolutely ridden with guilt and fear? :(