sammie13s
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Hi Ladies. I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas. I'm sorry to ask these questions but need to know I'm not over exaggerating this.
I'm nearly 19 weeks pregnant with a little girl. I'm a high risk pregnancy due to losing my daughter at 9 days old and my son was stillborn. This was from my previous partner.
Now my partner matthew who I am with is 28. I'm 32. We're engaged. We have had our ups and downs in this relationship and Iv forgave him for things I know I shouldn't have. But things became really good between us and our differences seem to have settled. I wasn't on any contraception and to be honest I thought I couldn't have anymore children. My periods had been weird for ages and I normally get caught pregnant within the first try. After being with matthew for 13 months I discovered I was pregnant. And I was shocked. Scared and unsure if I wanted the pregnancy. I have a daughter who is 12 and son who is 7 from my first relationship and the whole concept of knowing my baby could die later on in my pregnancy absolutley terrified me.
But matthew has no children. And I loved him. So I couldn't deny this of him right? So I continued with the pregnancy. I went under all the specialist and I'm treated with daily steroids, anti inflammatory drugs, auto immune suppressants and tons more medication. This cocktail of meds have completely changed me. I'm poorly every single day. I'm covered in spots. Iv gained nearly 3 stone. My moods are terrible. I cry all the time and feel I can't go out. This is torture. I'm scanned every two week and I'm thrilled my little girl is doing fine as of now. My problem here is matthew works full time. He comes home to a beautiful clean home. Has his tea made. A bath run and then goes off to meet friends for a gym session. I clean everything up and go to bed. From me waking in the morning to going to bed I don't stop in the house. I just clean and clean to keep my mind distracted. Otherwise I fear I'm going mad. Now on the weekends he wakes on a Saturday and meets his friends for food. Then goes for a gym session. Same on Sundays. I again get up clean all the house, feed the children and do what I can to occupy myself. I don't go out to see friends anymore because I just feel weird all the time. Spaced out. Iv lost contact with them. And nobody comes to see me. I feel like a recluse. Yesterday was Christmas day. I had my family here. I poured myself a little Bailey's as everyone was drinking. They was all happy, merry, laughing and joking and I'm sat there feeling spaced out and braving a smile like I was ok. He turned to me and said I wasn't to drink the Bailey's. To save argument I poured it away.
So iv got up today and he said he was nipping out for half an hour. Which turned into 3 hours. And I did all the cleaning, cooked dinner ECT. I wasn't happy. Then at 4pm he asked to go pub with friends. I agreed but made it clear I wasn't happy. I'm not bothered about him drinking. I'm bothered at the sacrifices I have made. How my life has changed so much these last 5 months. How I have no life. How I do everything. What I would give to go meet all my friends now in the pub for drinks and celebrations. But I choose my baby. I choose to take all these medications for her to be here. And for taking them I'm left like this. A young woman that tries to convince herself everyday she isn't going mad. That cries all the time. I need to know I'm not being selfish here. I just feel so hurt. I'm bored. I'm fed up. I want to feel well. I want the old me back. And he can just swan off out surrounded by laughter and celebrations and I'm sat here alone wiping my tears away. Im furious hes out enjoying himself. I made sacrifices shouldnt he? Why should he be out and im alone. I'm sorry for this long rant. I just need someone to say if I'm in the wrong here xx
I'm nearly 19 weeks pregnant with a little girl. I'm a high risk pregnancy due to losing my daughter at 9 days old and my son was stillborn. This was from my previous partner.
Now my partner matthew who I am with is 28. I'm 32. We're engaged. We have had our ups and downs in this relationship and Iv forgave him for things I know I shouldn't have. But things became really good between us and our differences seem to have settled. I wasn't on any contraception and to be honest I thought I couldn't have anymore children. My periods had been weird for ages and I normally get caught pregnant within the first try. After being with matthew for 13 months I discovered I was pregnant. And I was shocked. Scared and unsure if I wanted the pregnancy. I have a daughter who is 12 and son who is 7 from my first relationship and the whole concept of knowing my baby could die later on in my pregnancy absolutley terrified me.
But matthew has no children. And I loved him. So I couldn't deny this of him right? So I continued with the pregnancy. I went under all the specialist and I'm treated with daily steroids, anti inflammatory drugs, auto immune suppressants and tons more medication. This cocktail of meds have completely changed me. I'm poorly every single day. I'm covered in spots. Iv gained nearly 3 stone. My moods are terrible. I cry all the time and feel I can't go out. This is torture. I'm scanned every two week and I'm thrilled my little girl is doing fine as of now. My problem here is matthew works full time. He comes home to a beautiful clean home. Has his tea made. A bath run and then goes off to meet friends for a gym session. I clean everything up and go to bed. From me waking in the morning to going to bed I don't stop in the house. I just clean and clean to keep my mind distracted. Otherwise I fear I'm going mad. Now on the weekends he wakes on a Saturday and meets his friends for food. Then goes for a gym session. Same on Sundays. I again get up clean all the house, feed the children and do what I can to occupy myself. I don't go out to see friends anymore because I just feel weird all the time. Spaced out. Iv lost contact with them. And nobody comes to see me. I feel like a recluse. Yesterday was Christmas day. I had my family here. I poured myself a little Bailey's as everyone was drinking. They was all happy, merry, laughing and joking and I'm sat there feeling spaced out and braving a smile like I was ok. He turned to me and said I wasn't to drink the Bailey's. To save argument I poured it away.
So iv got up today and he said he was nipping out for half an hour. Which turned into 3 hours. And I did all the cleaning, cooked dinner ECT. I wasn't happy. Then at 4pm he asked to go pub with friends. I agreed but made it clear I wasn't happy. I'm not bothered about him drinking. I'm bothered at the sacrifices I have made. How my life has changed so much these last 5 months. How I have no life. How I do everything. What I would give to go meet all my friends now in the pub for drinks and celebrations. But I choose my baby. I choose to take all these medications for her to be here. And for taking them I'm left like this. A young woman that tries to convince herself everyday she isn't going mad. That cries all the time. I need to know I'm not being selfish here. I just feel so hurt. I'm bored. I'm fed up. I want to feel well. I want the old me back. And he can just swan off out surrounded by laughter and celebrations and I'm sat here alone wiping my tears away. Im furious hes out enjoying himself. I made sacrifices shouldnt he? Why should he be out and im alone. I'm sorry for this long rant. I just need someone to say if I'm in the wrong here xx