I think that my fear is hard to describe….so many things contribute to it, make me feel irrational for thinking this way, etc. And yet, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t there. I wanted this baby we are about to have…I wanted it with all my heart, I still do. I was willing to do anything to have another baby…months of crying, fertility if need be (though I didn’t tell R that), adoption…anything, and now…that the birth is impending…I am scared. I am the lone female in a house raging with testosterone. To get my voice heard, it often needs to be the loudest or the angriest. And even then sometimes the boys listen, and then it is forgotten. My husband tries, or at least I like to think he does…but we have a very disfunctional fighting style. I get mad…he gets defensive and we both say things we don’t mean, but in the end…nothing gets solved. This is my home…the place that I sit in for comfort, to hide…and many times i don’t feel respected in it. The thought of having another young man that will not respect me scares me. It makes me feel like a failure as a mother, as a woman, as a wife.

I find myself at a loss for someone to talk to about this. My kids won’t understand, and this is not a problem they need to be burdened with. My husband brushes me off, and my sister has heard it all before. So I find myself wanting to keep it to myself, and then I find myself mad about that.

Truth be told….I felt this way with all the boys, and after a few days I was fine, but IF I am honest and look around my home…I have to admit there is a lot of truth to what I am saying here. And I need to prepare myself for how to deal with this.