I am 31 and married for 2 years, we've been together for 5 years. We love each other deeply and have a very good relationship. He has always wanted a children and since being with me is sure that he wants to have a baby with me, I'm the right person, etc. He is nothing but loving and supportive.
I thought throughout my life that I'd probably want to have children at some point but there's been a lot of sadness in my life the last few years and it's only really since this Spring that I feel a bit back to myself; my career is taking off, I've started a business which still needs an awful lot of work to get off the ground, I do things for myself that I used to do but had stopped doing the past few years, I see friends, starting to save a bit of money properly again, love my body and am proud of it.
My husband has been asking me to start a family for a couple of years now and when we were on holiday a few weeks ago I finally told him I was open to the idea more now. I'm fairly certain that the next day when we made love was the time of conception.
I was open to it. But I thought I'd have a few more months to really come round to the idea. So it was sort of planned but not really.
Now, I found out I am pregnant the other day and I'm a month in. My husband is beyond ecstatic. When I took the first test I was immobile with fear, then shaking and sobbing uncontrollably, took the car out for a drive and didn't really know what I was doing.
Prior to finding out I was pregnant, I always thought pregnancy was revolting and like having an alien growing inside you. I thought those feelings would change once I found out I was pregnant but I've just spent the last two hours sobbing my eyes out. Which has led me to finding this website and posting this post.
I am absolutely utterly terrified. I am terrified of losing my freedoms and indepence when the baby is here. Of being pregnant mostly and already I have spent the last week in agony and sick and miserable and zero energy. I don't want a huge belly with something growing inside me. I love my body and it's going to get flabby and fat and the excess skin I'll have will break my heart. I used to compete in bodybuilding and I have spent years making my body into my idea of beautiful. To have it all taken away so that I can bring a baby into our lives makes me angry. I'm already resenting that I'm pregnant and he's not. He doesn't get it or understand, regardless of what he says, because it's ME going through it, not him. It's already a miserable journey. I don't want to lose my career, be replaced, be forgotten. I am selfish really and I'm okay with that but my nights on the sofa with meze and Netflix, binge watching until the sun comes up - I won't be able to do that anymore. Instead it will be crying, screaming, snot, dirty nappies, a load of mess... I'm house proud and love my environment to be clean (not crazy clean but tidy) and beautiful. That's all going to go away. I just don't know what to do.
My Daddy died a couple of years ago and I hold huge regret that I didn't have a baby before he went away. He was my best friend. He was everything to me. He'll never get to see my baby. But my Mummy, my other best friend (we talk every day, we have such a strong healthy relationship) is here still. And I don't want to be riddled with further guilt because I took too long to decide to have a baby and then she goes away too. Then, what's the point. I want her to see her grandchild and to be happy and I know she's supportive of me whatever I do - she tells me to have a baby for me, not for her etc etc.
I do want a family with my husband. But the reality of it is so different. I don't want to be pregnant, I don't want to lose my body, my life, my freedoms, my career. I have zero interest in breast feeding because I don't want my breasts to sag and become loose and horrible because I will never ever have plastic surgery to fix them. I also don't want him to love the baby more than me. However dumb and selfish that sounds. I want all of his love still. And I won't have it, the baby will be more important than me. And I don't want to have to do all the stupid mum things thst are expected of me, like go to groups and talk to other mums and PTA meetings and it's all so revolting to me and puts me off and makes me want to run for the hills.
I do think that if I have an abortion, that no matter what he says, my relationship will eventually come to an end because it will break his heart.
I really really really don't know what to do. I'm utterly terrified and now I've got something I thought I sort of half wanted, I don't know if I do or not.
Please please please be kind. I am so emotional and low and I'm alone as he is away for work for the next 10 days and none of my friends are close by. I know I'm selfish and I don't need to be told that the things in my life that I love are superficial.
Any help or advice is so appreciated... or reassurance that pregnancy is okay. Or that I'll feel better. Or that my breasts won't sag. Please.
Love and thanks in advance to anyone who takes the time to reply to me. X