Congrats, mommainak! I don't really have any answers to your questions (my dd was 13 months when I found out I was expecting ds2, and that's our closest spacing so far--so I have no experience with nursing an infant through a pregnancy.). But I did want to welcome you and congratulate you on your new baby--and on making it this far with your older baby!
I have not read the book, but I can see what you mean...OTOH, I think some of us need to hear the less-than-rapturous stories also, so that we know we aren't alone in our frustration/guilt/irritation....and yes, even misery, on occasion! Not that those feelings are constant by any means, but they are common enough that it is nice to know others have struggled--and made it through--before us.
They ought to put the stories into a couple categories though--one for stories to inspire you, and one for stories to encourage you when you get to where you can see the end of your rope--and it's getting closer!
Anyway, here's a positive story for you: My firstborn, Elisha, was born tongue-tied. The nurse who tended to him after birth showed me his tongue and said, "it's nothing serious--he's not in pain or anything. But you'll want to let his doctor know, because it can sometimes cause trouble with breastfeeding, or later, when he starts talking." For that one brief interaction, I will always be grateful to her, because it did indeed "cause trouble with breastfeeding", and had I not already had a head's up warning from her, I never would have known what to do. As it was, the pediatrician had no clue about breastfeeding and tongue tie, and since ds was gaining well, he was inclined to laugh off my concerns--and my physical pain--as simple new-mom hormones. I had to convince him (and the NP, and the LC) that it really WAS a problem, and I needed them to help me solve it, and that putting him on formula was NOT a solution! We finally got his tongue clipped at 3 weeks, but it was another 10 weeks before I had healed enough to (finally!) have a pain-free feeding. I mention all that because knowing a bit of my journey makes it easier to understand why I was so determined to make breastfeeding work. After all that we went through just to establish a good nursing relationship, I was darned if I was going to give it up! So, I nursed Elisha through my pregnancy with Maggie. It wasn't always easy, or fun (see my earlier posts in this thread!) but it was good. It was important for both of us....I don't regret a second of it.
And I'll especially never forget one precious moment. It was early in the morning, on an early spring day. It was a special day--the day of my daughter's birth! My water had broken before dawn, and I had notified the midwife, then went back to bed to sleep what little I could. Later, I woke my dh, so that he'd have time to call in for a sub (he was a classroom teacher at that time). He showered and left to do some errands--get his lesson plans ready for the sub, pick up some groceries for us, and get the teenage girl from our church who had agreed to come and stay with Elisha during the labor and birth.
So, for a couple hours, I was alone with my sweet son, who had just turned two. A boy while awake, full of action and mischief and delightful curiousity, but he was asleep then, and still very much a baby. My baby--my firstborn. The child that made me a mommy, and thus changed my life and my concept of life forever. The first child I held to my breast, the first to need me and be needed by me in that special symbiotic way. I watched him sleep as I had contraction after contraction. His peacefulness and innocence in sleep brought tranquility to my soul and gave me strength to meet each wave. Then he woke up and wanted to nurse. I nursed him and felt the contractions increase, growing and swelling until he drifted gently back to sleep. I held him close against me, head nestled on my arm--a baby still but how quickly and completely he turned into that mischievious little boy the very moment his sister was born!
And I just laid there with my son in my arms and my daughter in my womb trying to find her way out.... Holiness. It happens at unexpected moments.