Wow, I didn't know there were other people on MDC struggling with this, too. I don't want to barge in on this thread but can I spill my guts too?

I also don't feel comfortable with any form of birth control. I've been researching it a lot the last several months.
We had always wanted as many kids as God wanted for us-- we got married at 20, so full of faith, even though we were flat broke, and our first child was conceived on our honeymoon.

But after a scary PPD experience, plus it was a tough pregnancy and traumatic birth, we decided to try "one more time" and just see how it went and go from there.
Second time, I had a better pregnancy, a bit easier, and then an easy birth-- and I was so excited, I was dreaming of number three already! But at about three months postpartum from number two, I realized I had developed PPD again. I had a couple bad moments where I had snapped and hit my older son, who was two, and yelled at him . . . it was awful. I just wasn't myself.

Plus the pregnancies had triggered other health issues. I had to go on a very strict detox/healing diet, and slowly, I got my health back.
But we decided that we were DONE. I cried about it, but I knew that I couldn't risk sacrificing my mental instability-- I had to think of my precious little boys.
But then, my period came back, and I had regained my health by then, and felt
great, just radiantly healthy-- and financially things were
finally looking up for us-- and having
just one more just felt so right . . . so we went for it without hardly any thought at all-- and of course we're as fertile as we could possibly be, so here I am pregnant again. And we
are super excited about it.

But I immediately got SO SICK right away. I mean, it's been really hard. This is by far my hardest pregnancy so far. I was throwing up at least once a day for about five months. It was so depressing and totally brought my whole social and home life crashing to a halt. I've had almost no energy, which makes me feel depressed because the state of the apartment kind of falls apart, and our diet suffers when I'm too tired to cook, and so on. And my previous health issues are popping up again. I have two little ones (2 and 4 now) to care for, and the eldest has Asperger's and is higher needs, and DH works long hours to support us. And he's still in school too. And we're so young, and our life has been so hard our whole marriage, that we've just been excited to finally get a BREAK!

Needless to say, I have a whole lot LESS faith than I did as a newlywed. Life comes at you fast, I guess. I wish I had that kind of rosy-eyed faith again . . . but now I'm more scared.
The biggest thing is the mental issue. You see, it wasn't
just the pregnancy difficulties and PPD-- I also have cut off my relationship with my mom. She has a lot of kids and after each kid she got more and more mentally unstable-- personality disorders. It still hurts. I don't want that to be me and my kids!!! And I'm so scared of being like that.
So . . . on one hand, I feel like the responsible and unselfish thing to do is to stop having babies-- and it feels right when I frame it that way. But then I wonder-- is that a false dichotomy? I have this nagging feeling that I need to have faith and let God in on this decision-making process-- which I've been too scared to do . . .
Then there's the thing that if I changed my mind now and even tried to bring it up, DH would laugh at me. And, I've been so vocal to EVERYONE about how this is my LAST baby. Almost like I'm trying to convince myself . . . I will look pretty stupid to have more children (on purpose) now.

Then there's the fact that the only parent that I get along with, my dad (who is not with my mom) is against anyone having more than like two kids. Not that he'd be rude enough to say anything to me about it-- but I know how he feels because he told me in no uncertain terms when I was a kid and I know he hasn't changed that much. None of our families would really approve of it, though I'm sure they'd be polite and still ove me. But I've always longed to really WOW them with my accomplishments in life-- like a doctorate, they would really admire that-- just to disprove my mom who always thought I was a loser and couldn't accomplish anything-- which I shouldn't care about-- but yeah, I do.
But when I see Michelle Duggar with all of those kids, and she's SO patient, it doesn't scare me--
I want that. I cried when she had another baby. I just cried. Why is it so (apparently) easy for her, and yet each of my pregnancies just seems to nearly
destroy my health?

I'm not scared of being like the Duggars-- I should
be so lucky, so many kids and they all have their health-- kids and the mom-- but I'm scared of being even half as bad a mom as my mom. And scared of my family thinking I'm going to be like my mom (who remember, had a large family).
It's easier when you come from a good family, I think. A lot easier. I have had to fight to try to learn better mental health habits, to break the patterns of family life I was raised with, to try to learn to parent gently and respectfully, to learn to be patient, etc etc etc. It's so much harder to be a good mom with no adequate role model and little, if any, support.
Okay, I'll shut up now. I just had to get that off my chest. Thanks if anyone read all of that.
