First time mom, resent my husband and baby
I know I sound like a terrible person and I feel like one too. My husband and I are expecting our first child. I never wanted kids. I like my life without them. But from the minute I found out I was pregnant, I've been excited at the possibility that it could be a girl. I have nieces and nephews and all of them are amazing, but every time I see my nieces I have always thought I could handle having kids as long as they were girls. I've spent this whole unexpected pregnancy planning around the possibility of a daughter, even though I have had a mounting feeling of dread since my 10 week ultrasound when my gut told me it was a boy.
Well, apparently I should trust my gut because a boy it is. My husband is thrilled - he wanted a boy. My entire family is thrilled (girls outnumber boys at the moment and they were all hoping boy). My husband's family is thrilled, though to be fair to them I think they would have been happy either way. As for me, the incubator? I'm heartbroken. And angry.
I deal with pretty bad depression and anxiety, but got off of my medication once I got my two lines. I stopped smoking and stopped drinking. So, no prescription meds and no self medicating! I was doing pretty well with everything until the ultrasound showed us that unmistakable little boy bit. Since then, the depression has been getting worse than ever. I hide it well - everyone thinks I'm happy. But I told my best friend I was a little disappointed and she was sympathetic, but I didn't want to unload how disappointed knowing that she struggles with her fertility and is happy to have her son at all. I ugly cried for my husband telling him how disappointed I am and he tried to say we can always try again until we have a girl. While I appreciate that he's being non-judgmental, it doesn't help.
I hate my husband a little bit. He's so happy about this. He wanted a son more than anything - if it was a girl he would be feeling this way instead of me, I think. I resent him for being happy about something I hate when I'm the one who has to suffer to bring this life into the world. I resent this baby, too. It's not the kid's fault, but I can't even bring myself to refer to it as a boy. Every ache and cramp, every bit of nausea, even the small movements I'm starting to feel - I hate it. I don't want to fuck up my body and suffer in agony to bring this thing into the world. I just want my girl. And I know that it makes me an awful mother, but I can't help how I feel. If I wasn't pregnant I could be still on my medication so I wouldn't be depressed. I would still be working (I had to leave my job because my pregnancy has been very difficult). I would rather go back to crappy minimum wage retail than have this kid. If I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't have to take a leave of absence from school to have a baby and put off my degree, which I am so close to. My life would be better if I wasn't pregnant.
I didn't want any kids in the first place. Now I'm having the gender I really didn't want. And now that I'm dealing with this disappointment, I want a little girl more than anything. It's not fair. I don't want to have more kids just in hopes of getting a girl, because I know that I'll just resent every little boy I get more and more. But I don't want to live my life without this daughter that I feel like I lost now. Even if I had the little girl I dream of as my second child, then I would probably be a terrible mother to my son because he isn't the one I wanted. I just feel like I can never be happy in my life no matter what I do now. I'm a terrible mother no matter what happens from here on out and I will always know that and have to live with it.
I'm sorry this is so long! I guess I just have a lot more feelings than I thought I did.