I am really starting to regret letting myself have a baby. I love him already with all my heart but I feel like I have trapped someone into my world. Before he was around my plan was to end things once I'd financially squared myself off with the world and my beautiful dog had plodded herself across rainbow bridge. Now, this poor innocent soul has got me, for the rest of his life. This fucking trainwreck of a person, who isn't fit for purpose. He is scheduled to arrive in four weeks and I don't deserve him.