I don't really know where to start.
I'm in my early 30's, I'm in a long term relationship which has had it's ups and downs. I've a beautiful, 6 year old ds from my first relationship, and I now find myself 8 weeks pregnant. Not planned, but could have been prevented.
Right now I feel completely depressed and although initially ending the pregnancy wasn't even a consideration I now feel as though it could be.
I always thought I'd have another child one day, I always wanted two. But as time has gone on it's just never been the right time.
But here I am, I've been to see the gp and had it all confirmed.
For a start I feel so ill, I never felt this ill with ds, I wake up sick and go to bed sick, car journeys are unbearable and I have to stop to throw up, it's making me ratty and vile. It's vile, I literally crawl out of bed in the morning to force down a piece of toast. I've also got diarreah constantly and have already got a uti, which if my pregnancy with ds is anything to go by will be a constant throughout the pregnancy dispute being extra careful and hygienic. I know it's all part and parcel but I'm not coping with it on top of life as well.
Then there's the space issue, my house is only 2 bed which will mean moving eventually, and although not impossible it could be difficult to move somewhere as nice as here close to ds school but bigger.
Dp and I have done nothing but argue since I became pregnant. I feel tired, sick, anxious all the time and it's making me so snappy but dp isn't exactly supportive and understanding either. I don't honestly know if our relationship can survive.
I've also got a lot on my mind with extended family, work, all which is just making me feel anxious and depressed.
When I found out I was pregnant I decided I'd just manage one way or another, but I'm slowly starting to think that perhaps I don't have to manage, perhaps there's another way, and I've been looking into termination.
I just feel so guilty for ds, he didn't ask for any of this and now he has a tired, sick, grumpy mummy, and soon and crying stinky baby will be crashing into his little world, on the other hand a brother or sister who may become a friend for life?
Maybe I just need to get a grip, stop moping and get on with it, I'd manage one way or another I'm sure. Besides I've had to tell a couple of people at work that I'm pregnant as they guessed because I've been so sick, I'd be too ashamed to tell them I was having an abortion.
It's all just such a mess.