^ I'm actually the opposite... with DD, DH and I were in a good (a tight, but good) place during the pregnancy and we were really, really excited.. I would sit around talking to my belly all day long, sing to her, rub my belly and couldn't wait to meet her... and the bond was there right away when she was born. It took me a little while to figure out that, 'Hey, I *made* that. That's *mine*. Wow' kind of thing, but we are very, very close and the bond is amazing.
This time around, however, well, she was conceived during the week that DH's mum was murdered and the entire ordeal and everything that has followed (legal issues, having custody of a surly 16-year-old orphan - DH's brother, moving house, and DH's father, who did it, being in hospital and then jail, as well as the stress and grief of it all) has not been very good for me. Also, being pregnant with DD was a total walk in the park - I got very sore and tired, of course, but I wasn't working and had no other kids to look after so I could sleep whenever I wanted, not bother cooking if I didn't feel like eating, had no demands on me whatsoever etc...
This time around I'm tired, sick, miserable, stressed, overworked (not by a paying job, just the day-to-day grind of looking after a lively toddler and making sure everyone else in the house is organised and fed)... I just don't feel as positive about this little one as I did about DD, and it worries me that I will find it difficult to bond with her through no fault of her own, but purely because she had to misfortune to come to us during such a difficult time in our lives. I'm getting a little bit better now that I'm starting to feel her kicking regularly, I was on the couch this afternoon with my feet up and watching my belly jump out with her kicks, and I smiled and got a bit gooey over it... I hope it's uphill from here, because I cherish the bond I have with DD every minute of the day and I want to love and be loved by this little baby just as much as with DD.