I had postpartum depression and swore I’d never have more kids. Now I’m pregnant (Today’s Parent)

“Are you so excited?!”

That’s everyone’s first question when you tell them you’re pregnant. I’ve heard it a lot recently, as I’m expecting my second child in June. And I know the response people want: “Yes! I am thrilled! I can’t wait to do it all over again!”

Unfortunately, I’ve never been a great liar.

The truth is, I am not excited. Hopeful? Sure. Grateful? Definitely. But excited? No way. How can I feign enthusiasm about launching back into life with a newborn, when I’m still haunted by the traumatic experience of my first time at bat?