I’ve been all over the internet looking for answers and help and decided to post because I just can’t cope with this anymore. I guess there’s no point giving half the story so I’m going to explain it all. My head is a mess. Im sorry this isn’t very well expressed.
I am 11 weeks pregnant (unplanned) and will be 34 when I give birth. I’ve been in a relationship with the father for a year and a half, we were living together when it happened. He’s 40 and extremely career focused. I have an objectively ‘amazing’ career but I’ve always wanted kids. So much so that my relationships since my late 20s have been all about kids. I had an abortion at 5 weeks a while before I met my current DP, after being with a man for only a few months who said he wouldn’t support me. My mental health was ruined for a long time and I even tried to commit suicide and was taken to hospital more than once but I eventually came to terms with it and knew it was right at that time. However, the urge for a child just continued in full swing, worse than ever.
My DP is a decent man but he’s quite unusual. He’s very very career focused and it means we rarely do nice things, other than go out for dinner regularly. Trying to get him to go on holiday is almost impossible. He is very intelligent and often suspicious of people/cynical and can get quite down, although not depressed. Over time I’ve realised how different we are and I don’t see how the relationship can continue. He’s not very sociable but I am, I love my friends whereas I can’t remember the last time he saw a friend. Our sex life is good but very limited, he’s fine going without for months. In the first few weeks of my pregnancy he suggested abortion but then became supportive and said he didn’t want that. He made sure I was eating, stayed up with me in the night when I felt sick etc. as I’ve started to feel better, I’ve been out of the house more and chatting to colleagues and staff in cafe Nero etc and been reminded that I am still attractive and there are still men who want to flirt with me. I know that sounds so childish but…With him I don’t ever feel that way as he’s so closed and often serious. I’m not model material but part of my problem over the years is that I have been quite happy to lap up attention from men… and always knew I could meet someone else I guess. Though that won’t last forever.
I never wanted a family where I was apart from the father. He lives two hours from my family and my ‘base’ and so I feel even worse because of that. I would probably cope better if I was around them as it would lessen the gaps that I feel with DP. He’s often at work but when he’s not he does help and do housework etc. I do wonder if this is me again not being happy with what I have…wanting that fairytale etc, knowing another man round the corner would date me.
DP wants me to find a place with him for him to buy so we can live there. But along the way looking at places I feel daunted and sick and trapped. I feel like if I don’t go along with this then I am tearing up the family unit and have to have a termination. If I could not have his child I would definitely make that choice but I can’t bear the idea of a second termination. I desperately want a child. I’ve confided in a couple of people and they both said I would barely cope alone, not financially but in other respects. This has scared me. I always thought I would be ok and people just manage.
I also worry something might be wrong and how would I cope. I also don’t know if I would ever find anyone as a single mum. I wish I wasn’t pregnant but also can’t bear the idea of approaching 34, single (as the relationship would absolutely end if I terminated) and starting over, probably in more of a state than ever that I didn’t have a child. I just don’t know what to do. I am so desperately sad and worried about it all.