I have had depression since I was 8/9 years old. When I had my son I had severe PPD and had to be heavily medicated. Throughout this pregnancy (28 weeks and 5 days) I have felt excited then upset about being pregnant. I'm starting to feel guilty for having another baby even though my son is excited. I feel disconnected and that I might love this baby as much. My depression is setting in hard and I feel like I'm just broken. My husband called me fat yesterday and I think that's why I'm such a mess today. When we met I had a severe eating disorder that he helped me get through. So for him to call me fat really hurts and has me falling into my old thought process. I feel pathetic today.