I’m freaking out because I found out today, of all days, that I’m pregnant. I’m 37. Never wanted kids. Married a kind and gentle man who didn’t want kids when we first dated 15/16 years ago, but over the relationship (before we married though) has changed his mind.
then we started trying 3 years ago. Was so fucking relieved each month that my period came, although I felt desperately sad my partner was upset. I suggested we go to the
fertility clinic to find out what was wrong, secretly hoping that we’d be told it wasn’t possible. Turns out he’s fine but I wasn’t. We then tried some Clomid. I wasn’t willing to do ivf.
added to all this, I am going through adult diagnosis of autism. I’ve sailed through the first tests with flying colours, as it were. I don’t want a child with autism. I had a hard life as a child being different, and I wouldn’t want a child like me, intelligent though I am. I was not easy to raise.
I like my life just as it is now. I like peace and quiet. I’m an academic with an interesting, creative, and varied job. I have horses.
I found out this morning as I was testing to see if we needed more Clomid. my husband cried with joy. I’ve had four panic attacks and have been in total hysterics. I can’t bear the thought of breaking my husband’s heart - he has been through so much loss in his life, that I would be cruel to do this to him - but I hate hate hate all the shit involved with mothering. The noise, the smell, the constant worry. I’ve already been worrying about the chemicals in deodorant and make up because I so don’t want an autistic child. The thought of being pregnant and giving birth makes me feel like throwing up. The thought of being lost in nappies and baby food and sleep schedules fills me with dread. Last year, I spent 13 weeks out of the country, my husband 15. All our friends are child free by choice in their late 30s and 40s. We go on holiday as a gang for multiple weeks a year and have our own friends-as-family set up.
I kept waiting for the moment where I would want our child together. But I don’t like myself enough to have a version of me. My bloodlines would be better off living in my books and research rather than living or breathing. I’ve been so mentally broken today that my husband has been the one saying I should go for an abortion. I kept pushing forward with every decision about fertility because I couldn’t see my husband grieve, and I couldn’t bear to leave him. I even got the little bedroom a little child ready last year - kids animal print blind and cute animal hooks. I was trying to make having a child become a material reality so I could make it something less abstract and terrifying. I went to therapy. Still find pregnant women gross and disturbing. Still find child birth a horrifying example of patriarchal medicine at its worst. Still find babies weird alien things that make my ears ring and skin crawl with Austistic sensory overload.
all the research and anecdotal information says that I should not reproduce. That feeling as I do is a vile thing to do to a child and that I should not be bringing one into this world. I’m literally
only on day 27 of my cycle. It could not be earlier that I found this out. But I also can’t bear to do this to my husband. I feel like almost suicidal with grief and anxiety - almost being I know I wouldn’t do it, but I crave the finality of not being here, of not having to be the one who aborted my husband’s baby, of not having to be a mother. I love my freedom. I love competing in dangerous sports. I love our friends. I love our life. It’s a great life. Sometimes I’m angry that this isn’t enough for my husband, as my world
with him is just enough as it is. My life right now is perfect.
I don’t know where else to turn but here. My mum (79 years old) went from saying this was a great Mother’s Day gift to saying that it might be best to get an abortion after some (more) therapy as I was so mad with grief and fear today. I just couldn’t get out of the meltdown hour after hour after hour. I felt so trapped and I couldn’t stop the anxiety. I feel like my husband is throwing me a lifeline by saying he supports me getting an abortion because he didn’t expect me to break so badly mentally. But I also can see how hurt he is, even though he’s being strong.
what do I do? I feel like I’m losing myself and it’s only been 8 hours since I found out. I feel sick and desperate. I feel guilty. I am really really
scared of all my options. Why has the mother instinct never kicked in? Why couldn’t I just go on this normal path and have the desire kick in?