It's absurd I know to be welcoming a panic attack just so I will be exhausted from it and will finally be able to sleep...but I do!
I just can't stop thinking about the impending doom of my upcoming labor...I know it's been talked about a lot lately and I sincerely apologize if the subject is getting old to some. I just can't cope..I really don't think I can. I don't want to to it. I am terrified that something will go wrong and I won't be around any longer...or that I won't be able to have the joys of my new baby. I can't stop the "what ifs"...it's driving me insane. Everyday is a fight to hold it together and not crawl into myself and become detatched from everything and everyone.
I just have these awful visions...I am just a mess I know. I don't want anything to happen to me or my baby. I just want to be normal and not think this way. It saddens me to think of who and what I have become. Instead of being excited I feel sick inside with fear.
sorry for the rant
Tina