I wasn't expecting the holidays to be an issue. It just wasn't something that entered my mind. But now that we're in the season, I just can't get into the spirit. I keep thinking of how far along I'd be...of how I'd be feeling the baby move, how I'd have a big round belly. And I'm remembering how I felt when I was pregnant and looking forward to this time when everyone, even strangers on the street, would know that I was carrying a baby in my belly.
The holidays complicate things because I'm "supposed" to be happy--the season requires it. And then I feel worse because I feel guilty for not being the happy, cheerful, celebratory person that my kids expect me to be right now.
I don't know that there's any advice to be given here. I guess I'm just wondering if anyone else feels this and maybe wants to share/vent/wallow with me.
The holidays complicate things because I'm "supposed" to be happy--the season requires it. And then I feel worse because I feel guilty for not being the happy, cheerful, celebratory person that my kids expect me to be right now.
I don't know that there's any advice to be given here. I guess I'm just wondering if anyone else feels this and maybe wants to share/vent/wallow with me.