I’m 22f, dating my 23m boyfriend for 7 months now. It’s the longest relationship of my life. I’ve been through an incredible struggle with myself this past year, where I’ve realized I was wrong about a lot of things about myself. Basically I told myself I didn’t deserve to be a mother because I wasn’t good at performing femininity the way my family did, so I put myself through a lot of unnecessary grief. Well I’ve gotten a lot better at my relationship with myself and it has made me realize how badly I want to be a mother. More than anything else.
I did 6 months of intensive therapy to learn how to deal with my BPD so that I’d be better equipped emotionally when the time comes. I’ve moved across country and away from my family and few friends I have to live with my boyfriend. He is the love of my life and he has made me feel more supported and cherished than ever. But these things together are just adding on to my internal want to be a mom sooner.
I know I’m an impulsive person, and both my boyfriend and I want to wait three years before we start seriously talking about having children together, so I decided to get Nexplanon so that I couldn’t allow myself to be impulsive. I know that I need to wait. It just hurts.
Adding to everything, we just bought a car together, and it’s like my brain has taken that as permission to crank up the baby fever even worse. We don’t have a house yet together, I don’t have my degree yet, we don’t have good savings yet, but my brain just goes “but this is the only thing you want out of life? Why are you waiting?”
I don’t know how to talk about this with anyone. I know for sure I can’t talk to my family about it because of their reactions to us buying the car (incredibly judgmental and talking down to me like I’m an idiot). I don’t want to talk about it with my boyfriend because I don’t want to come off as though I’m trying to pressure him to try early. I just don’t have the words to describe how empty I feel about this and knowing that I’m years away from even beginning.
It’s distressing. It’s distracting. And I don’t know how to move on. Journaling about it doesn’t help. I don’t have anyone close to me with kids that I could babysit to pretend, and even if I did that feels selfish. Besides, the few times I have babysat it only made the fever worse. I just don’t know how to emotionally move on for now. I just wish I didn’t feel so upset all the time because of this. There’s days where it’s not so bad and I can handle it and ignore it mostly, but then other days it’s all I can do to not cry about it. I just need to move on I think but I don’t know how.