Thanks everyone for your support. I really am ok with Ampersand and his testicles – some of my favourite people are men, and though my projections for my immediate future are having to be altered slightly, I do see the upside of having a boy.
The depression is more about moving. Firstly, the massive amount of work involved in moving a three bedroom house full of stuff, and secondly, it’s about dealing with change.
Though the house we are moving to is gorgeous, and we’ll own it one day, and we won’t have to worry about putting pictures on the walls or painting it orange, it is a pretty big change.
I’ve lived most of my life around here, close to family and familiar landmarks and shops, and I tend to be resistant to any change. I crave it, but I hate it at the same time.
This house has been the stage for some of my happiest moments, and though I hope the new house will be even happier, it’s a family house. Mark and I are moving from the carefree days of youth to the responsible days of grown upness, and the symbolic change requires a bit of respect.
Add to all this the fact that my middle has ceased to resemble a waist, and I seem to have pinched a nerve in my lower back, and (on reflection), it’s no surprise that I’m feeling a wee bit sorry for myself.
But I will get over it, and having good support helps a lot 🙂