I feel so ashamed. I am 35 weeks pregnant and absolutely dreading the birth of my child and the first few months of its life. I was utterly delighted to get my bfp and have sailed through my pregnancy without any problems. But now, with just weeks to go, I think it is all a huge mistake. How can this be when I've wanted a baby since I was 15, and now, at 35, so many of my friends are experiencing the abject misery of infertility?
I am obsessed with the idea that I will have a colicky baby who will never settle, that the sleep deprivation will lead me into severe PND, that I will be 2 stone or more overweight; that I will struggle with breastfeeding and contract mastitious. I foresee a life of loneliness ahead, with DH pursuing his old interests and career opportunities and me being stuck on my own with a demanding child and no life and giving up my all my career ambitions. DH and I have not had sex during my entire pregnancy. I don't even fancy him anymore, even though I am fond of him and respect him as a person. I know he fancies other women and the fact is, it doesn't even bother me. I am fantasising about leaving him and living alone - even it's only around the corner. However, I know that that will mean i will find the first few months even more terrible, without any time to cook for myself or even bathe, just attend to this screaming baby.
Why am i feeling all this now, when just a few weeks ago I was hosting a baby shower and cooing over babygros and planning a christening? Is it hormones? Has anybody else experienced this?