Whilst I didn't expect the 'sunshine and rainbow-level' excitement that I felt during my first, I did not expect to be here typing these words as tears roll down my cheeks. It has absolutely blindsided me, how my two pregnancies could be so different, and I even had my first baby during a Covid in 2020.
I have always had a close network of friends and family and I'm happy in my own company too.
However, this second precious pregnancy, which is also likely to be my last, does not seem to be so precious for those close to me, leaving me feeling lonely and isolated.
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It hasn't helped that compared with my first where I was healthy and well; a 'pregnancy unicorn', this time around I have felt sicker, more physically uncomfortable and lower in mood.
I don't expect to be wrapped up in cotton wool, but if a woman doesn't feel loved and looked after whilst growing another human, then when can she be?
In the depths of my first trimester, when I was struggling with nausea and fatigue and just keeping my head above water, certain family members felt I wasn't giving them enough of my time. They abandoned my husband and me when we needed family support the most.