Extreme disappointment, boy #4 due soon
I used to haunt these forums and secretly roll my eyes at the people who had one of their desired genders and wanted another. After all, couldn't they be happy with just one? Two years ago I was blessed with my long prayed for, little girl. She has been so wonderful, brought such healing, and made me love my boys more. And, yet, here I am, due any day with boy #4 and more depressed than when I heard boy the last time. All of my healing and joy has just been undone.
I just don't know what to do. This pregnancy was intended as a "what a blessing!" Pregnancy. A step in faith. It felt so right. And now? I can give birth any minute and part of me would rather give the baby to my arch rival SIL or just wishes this was all one horribly long dream.
Circumstances have just made this the worst pregnancy ever...and I am so unready to meet him. It's been the worst pregnancy. I've been in a depression since November from our families. Our families have been so horrible with all of the pregnancies, especially this one. Dh's family hasn't acknowledged it. My siblings couldn't congratulate me at all...and even uninvited me to a family breakfast the following day because of it. The general public has such rude things to say about 3 boys, I can only dread what they'll say FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE about 4.
All I've ever wanted is balance. The chance to raise both genders, yes, but balance. And out of my 5 kids I really have an 80% chance for boy? Seriously? While both of my sisters got a boy and a girl with no thought? My sister announced today that her ds is getting a dd. so easy. Without thought. And she really didn't care. Yet, the closest I ever came to balance was 75% boy??
My hope, is gone. I have no joy. Dh wants to talk names and I am so done with boy names!!! Forget the name, I'm not sure I want to hold the baby. I don't want visitors or gifts from people who can't support me when I announce. Dh just keeps telling me of the outstanding person of character that I should be--but, I'm just not. I'm broken. And really sad. And as much as I try to move forward, I'm not.
How horrible am I? I feel so unloved by our families and by God--and yet, hypocritically, I don't love my own baby enough.
Please tell me someone else remotely understands me.