So... I have a bun in the oven.
I have wanted a baby for as long as I can remember. In fact, I want at least three. But I always thought it would be different. In my mind, I thought I would feel the presence of a soul. That I would know my child before I saw him or her.
Apparently, for me it doesn't work that way. A friend gave me a book called "Pagan Parenting". It gave all these ways to communicate with my unborn child, how to find out if it's a boy or a girl, and even to find out what it wants its' name to be.
I'm due at the end of the month. I don't feel pregnant. Obviously, I know something is alive in there, at least there'd better be, because my belly dances without any help from me! But I don't feel any connection to it. I'm growing my own little stranger. I'm so scared that when they hand me my baby, I'm going to be asking what child is this? I've read a million articles on postpartum depression, and thought "there's no way I'll feel like that". I feel like I'm going to be a bad parent... I'm not going to know my own child.
Is there such a thing as pre-partum depression?