Ha ha! Oh gosh, I have an 8 month old. A month ago I thought I was pregnant, and was so excited! I was disappointed when I found out that I wasn't. This month, I am pregnant, and all I feel is dread, like it is too soon, like I haven't had enough time to spend with my daughter, like my husband and I didn't have a chance to re-kindle the romance, that I haven't lost the pregnancy weight yet, that my daughter will be cheated out of time she should have with us. Why don't I feel happy? I mean, I don't feel the slightest bit happy. Is this how it is when you have the second one? that you feel like you could never love someone as much as the first? And knowing that I feel this way, if the baby works out, how can I tell him or her later, "Oh, yes, when I found out I was pregnant with you, I was upset and depressed!"