I feel horrible that I'm not 'glowing' or 'over the moon'. When you hear that all the time, that your friends, family and colleagues are feeling like there is a miracle inside them, it hurts.
I had been on depression medication for about six years before I got pregnant and it was my first time without it. I know that I will feel better after birth, as I will be able to resume my regimen, which keeps me rather sane and happy. As a recovering anorexic/bulimic, it was very, very hard for me to be all right with gaining thirty-five pounds, although it was for a good cause.
I've never felt less attractive in my whole life. My husband loves my body now, but I can barely stand to be naked in front of him.
As for the baby, I have not had more than brief moments of joy and wonder. At my first ultrasound and at the one where I found out she was a girl, I felt incredible. When my husband first felt her kick and he was consumed with happiness, I felt it.
I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted to hear. I'll probably get messages from other moms-to-be about how ungrateful I am and that I shouldn't be having a baby for it. But I thought you deserved to hear the truth- it's really hard.