I was with my H 9 months when I got pregnant at 23. a hypomanic episode convinced me i was better.. that it was time to have a baby... so i stopped bc and told my hubby at the time that we should have a baby. I got pregnant.. And we got married.

My son is now 2 and a half.... I love him more than anything, but it has taken a toll on my relationship with my H. We have no time to ourselves. We never really got to know each other. Our lives revolve around this amazing little boy, who can also be a very big handful.

I wish I waited to have a child... At least until H and I were a little bit older and more mature... And had more time to spend together and get to know each other.