When My Anxiety Tried To Win During My Pregnancy
When I found out I was pregnant, I thought the beginning of my life came to an end.
I had never experienced change the way I did two years ago. For people with anxiety, change can be daunting. Our daily routines are not only helpful, they are necessary. A baby? Every single day of my life from now on will be different. Those daily routines? Out the door.
My husband and I had decided that we wanted to have a baby and we both really wanted to be parents. But it is SO different when it actually becomes real. To make matters more complicated, just three months before I had resigned from my job, and, just two weeks before, we had moved into our first home.
My mind was racing.
Obsessive thoughts are a symptom of my anxiety. This is what they looked like.
- I will never have a career again. If I do, I will have to delay it for at least ten years and wait until my last child is attending school full-time.
- What employer will hire me after being a stay at home mom and having such a lag in my resume?
- I resigned from my job because I wanted to try something new. How am I going to go back to school while I am pregnant or as a new mom?
- I can apply for full-time jobs, but I will need to take maternity leave so soon after I get hired.
- I may want to stay at home with my son, so how do I accept a job and then resign a few months after my child’s birth?
- I am a licensed professional. Am I really going to give up my career to be a mom?
- I have a graduate degree from one of the best colleges in the country. Why did I waste my time and money if I was just going to stop using my degree and license?
With these thoughts not subsiding and change going on all around me, it was too much for me to take.
I began to feel depressed.
I felt scared, stuck, fearful of the future, hopeless, guilty for feeling this way, and angry at myself. How could I let this happen? Why did I decide to embark on this journey of motherhood when my professional life was still in the works? I also felt shame. Shame because I thought leaving my job, giving up my career, and not using my college degrees to be a mother was foolish and that everyone around me thought the same.
Why am I sharing this?
- I want other women to not feel guilty or ashamed if they have these same feelings and thoughts. Aside from my family and my therapist, no one else knew what I was feeling because I was afraid of being judged.
- Because we need to normalize the conversation around the worries and fears women have when they are going to be new mothers. This includes hearing and listening to the real and the raw sentiments, whether you experienced those same thoughts and feelings or not. Just because we feel these things doesn’t mean we are selfish, irresponsible, or ungrateful. Something HUGE is coming that is going to re-structure and re-purpose our lives completely. If that’s not scary, I am not sure what is.
- I know what it feels like if you are there. I am sharing so you know you are not alone. When I was going through those tough months, I wish I had someone who told me they had experienced the same thing and that they could relate. You’re not the only one and you’re not a horrible person.
- So the world can see that people who have these kinds of thoughts can be anyone around you. We wrestle with our minds and deal with the uncertainty of how we may feel on a daily basis, yet we still have families, go to work, run errands, and adult the best way we can.
If you are in this same predicament, hold tight. Eventually, the extreme fear and doubt will subside. You know it will pass. The time it takes for it to pass sucks. I know. But it does.
After about four months of pregnancy, I got used to the idea that I was going to have a little one running around soon and that my life was changing. I began re-taking my medication (which I came off of when we decided to get pregnant) that, coupled with weekly therapy, really helped calm my thoughts and stabilize my emotions. I felt better and my baby was no longer feeling such a large amount of stress.
My son is now a year old. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE AND ADORE HIM. I can’t believe I ever doubted that I would.


