It truly is the most exciting time in our life. We have both wanted to be parents for as long as I can remember. We used to talk about it when we dated in our late teens, but knew we needed to “grow up” a little more before we could start on that path.
Throughout my struggles, it never occurred to me my anxiety-induced depression would rear its ugly head and completely overshadow the joy of expanding our family. I was diagnosed with depression when I was 18 years old, it wasn’t until I was in my mid-20’s that I realized my depression was directly correlated with my anxiety. After miscarriages and all the things that are outside of my control in pregnancy, it has been a rough few months and a lesson in letting go.
Adding to this stress is wanting to make sure I am as present as possible in our son’s life. So letting go of work stress and perfectionism I know is going to be a struggle.