Less than 24 hours 'til I find out
I've cried on and off all morning. I'm exhausted, disgusted with myself and in a very dark place.
I'd done an OK job of tricking myself into peaceful acceptance of either sex during the first trimester. I dropped the sway over 9 months ago as I've been depressed and my therapist urged me to eat a healthy diet (read: boy) because she thought it was having a big impact on my moods and ability to cope.
Once I stopped the LE sway I felt better in myself - it was the final piece to my mental health recovery alongside weaning off anti-depressants a year ago. I was not planning to get pregnant on my normal diet as it's textbook blue, but once it happened I happily persuaded myself it could go either way and tried not to think about it too much. I was doing OK before I fell pregnant. Not amazing, but OK.
After 6 weeks of pregnancy, my depression started to creep back in. I think it's the absence of drugs coupled with the rush of hormones. The cloud has grown bigger, and I'm fairly sure I have proper ante-natal depression now, although I've not told the doctor (not sure why, i think I'm worried they'll think I'm not able to look after my two boys) Everything is hard, nothing is rewarding, I'm exhausted, and take little pleasure in anything.
Anyway, it's now 1pm here and I get my Harmony result at 11am tomorrow. I've been crying all day as I finally admit to myself I'd be totally devastated with a third boy. I've been consumed with thoughts of booking an abortion - and then wept as I've realised how despicable a person that makes me. Cue, the cycle of self loathing, hatred and self disgust. Eventually, when I grow calm again, I think of how I will probably hear that it's a boy tomorrow - and I'm grief stricken again, for the loss of the baby girl that I carry in my heart, always.
And then the dark thoughts of termination come again, followed by the horror at my own plans and thoughts.
I'm so very tired. My children are at nursery school today and I'm home alone. I'm drained, feel horribly sad, I'm already grieving for my little girl that wasn't to be and I can't stop hating myself for all of it
I should consider myself the luckiest girl in the world. And all I feel is a black cloud pressing down on my chest, suffocating and alone