I didn't put this in my DDC or "I'm Pregnant!" because... well... everyone there seems so happy, even when they're puking or working through excessive prelabor
.
I'm 14 weeks pregnant. It was unplanned. Now, theoretically, this is fine. Theoretically, we had intended on having another someday. Theoretically, we're doing well enough financially, and theoretically there's no good reason I should be anything but ecstatic.
Reality isn't theory. I'm not happy. DS was (is) SO high needs, and I basically didn't sleep more than two hours at a shot until he was 1 1/2 years old and we resorted to nightweaning and giving him his own room. He still wakes up for comfort more nights than not, and while DH can now do his share of these, I'm still wide awake until DS is back asleep.
Every time I change a poopy diaper, or DS throws a tantrum, or wakes up in the middle of the night, I find myself feeling a mixture of resentment, anger, and dread. I had kind of comforted myself by saying that DS would outgrow all this, and maybe part of me was starting to think we'd be done with just one. And maybe looking forward to it.
And now, I have to start all over. Another year-plus of pumping and hauling the milk home to DH. Another year-plus of him being a full-time SAHP, which he does much better than I would, but still doesn't quite enjoy. Another who knows how long of not sleeping. Colic. Not being able to sit down because baby screams. Poopy diapers. PPD. DH sleeping through nightwakings (TOTALLY not his fault, mind you) and then wondering why I'm in tears when the alarm goes off in the morning. Wanting to scream and run away.
This child deserves so much better than me
. I should be excited.
.I'm 14 weeks pregnant. It was unplanned. Now, theoretically, this is fine. Theoretically, we had intended on having another someday. Theoretically, we're doing well enough financially, and theoretically there's no good reason I should be anything but ecstatic.
Reality isn't theory. I'm not happy. DS was (is) SO high needs, and I basically didn't sleep more than two hours at a shot until he was 1 1/2 years old and we resorted to nightweaning and giving him his own room. He still wakes up for comfort more nights than not, and while DH can now do his share of these, I'm still wide awake until DS is back asleep.
Every time I change a poopy diaper, or DS throws a tantrum, or wakes up in the middle of the night, I find myself feeling a mixture of resentment, anger, and dread. I had kind of comforted myself by saying that DS would outgrow all this, and maybe part of me was starting to think we'd be done with just one. And maybe looking forward to it.
And now, I have to start all over. Another year-plus of pumping and hauling the milk home to DH. Another year-plus of him being a full-time SAHP, which he does much better than I would, but still doesn't quite enjoy. Another who knows how long of not sleeping. Colic. Not being able to sit down because baby screams. Poopy diapers. PPD. DH sleeping through nightwakings (TOTALLY not his fault, mind you) and then wondering why I'm in tears when the alarm goes off in the morning. Wanting to scream and run away.
This child deserves so much better than me
. I should be excited.











