I am 33 weeks pregnant and feeling so desperate to talk to other ladies feeling like I do. I am so depressed and flat, I can't seem to get excited about anything! My baby shower is on Saturday and my friend has been going nuts all month getting ready for it. I feel so guilty because I have absolutely no desire to even go! I look at my life and feel like there is so much to be grateful for and things aren't that bad but I can't get past this dark cloud that just hovers over me constantly. I get so nervous that when the baby comes I will feel no joy and fall even deeper into depression with post partum. I wake up in the morning with the nagging fear that this is it for me and I will never feel like myself again. All the ways I would normally cope (busying myself with work, exercise, etc.) are not an option because I am on bed rest. To top it off, having to stop work early has really taxed our finances and we can barely pay our bills. I cant afford to go see a therapist and I am stressed about how we will be able to get by. My husband is looking for a second job but part of me is so scared of that happening because then he will be away from the home even more, most likely nights, which have been my only solace, feeling somehow safer just to know that he is there. My husband tries to be supportive but I know he is exhausted and weary and feel so bad for being such a downer on my family. After all, this is hardly the first time they have ever had to go through this sort of thing with me. I have suffered from depression and anxiety throughout my life, but had been pretty stable for quite some time when I got pregnant. The pregnancy was unplanned and came as a bit of a shocker as my 2nd pregnancy after 10 years.
I was on adivan and wellbutrin when I found out, I went cold turkey off of the adivan after the bad advise of a hospital psychiatrist. My body went into complete shock and I literally almost died. After some serious anxiety, depression and turmoil, I would also secretly wish I would miscarry. I did get on a better tapering plan and with a lot of help from my husband and friends, I was able to regain composure over my life. My OB was fine with keeping me on the wellbutrin and the second trimester went relatively smooth. Toward the end of the second trimester I was completely off of the adivan and for the first time in years sleeping through the night med free...it was so liberating!
About six weeks ago the pregnancy took another turn and I was diagnosed with IUGR (inter-uterine growth restriction) likely due to placental insufficiency. I was put on bed rest and started being heavily monitored with antipartum testing, almost daily ultrasounds etc. First they were trying to rule out any major chromosomal abnormalities and I was so scared that there was something seriously worng...then I worried that he would have to come out incredibly premature, since we first discovered this at 27 weeks and had to take the pregnancy week by week to even know if it was still safe for him to stay in. I felt so incredibly guilty for not even wanting him in the beginning, like I was going to be punished now at the end. Whenever too much time went by that he didn't move I would think that the oxygen supply from my placenta had finally given out and he had died right there inside me. I went through the initial shock of it all but then felt like I had been able to get back to a pretty positive place with prayer, faith and all the stable doc reports that kept coming back for his heart and the placental blood flow reassuring me. I officially stopped working a few weeks ago and have been spending more time by myself, laying around, but still was filling my weeks with visitors and feeling pretty good. All of a sudden I started getting extreme stomach pain everytime I ate and was vomiting a lot. Somehow this event set off a new wave of anxiety and depression in me in the week to follow that I was paralyzed in fear and sorrow....I spent the week unable to keep anything down because of the nerves and falling deeper into depression. The anxiety has subsided but I am just feeling so very down, I don't know how to make it even another day feeling this way. I get so anxious as soon as my husband leaves for work because the idea of being alone is unbearable. I know it is too much to put just on him and I feel like I have become such a burden on my friends and family. I think most are trying to be supportive but many don't understand how excruciating depression can be. I hate being such a vegetable in front of my son and think about how I must be just ruining his childhood by making him have to worry about me. I am supposed to meet with a psychiatrist on Monday to discuss possibly switching my meds but I feel worried about throwing anything else into the pot with so many issues already. But I am also scarred of the alternatives from being so depressed and that effect on the baby. I lost 4 lbs. last week with my inability to eatthis week I have been able to hold my weight but I havent gained anything. My fundal measurement also went down slightly. I have my 3 week growth check for the baby today and am incredibly worried to find out that he hasnt grown. He is already small, the last thing he needs is me having eating issues! I feel so guilty and like such a failure. I keep trying to understand how it came to this, trying to quantify my feelings, somehow come up with a mathematical equation for the sudden change in my brain chemistry to understand how and when I will regain control, I know the seratonin levels are at there lowest at this time in the pregnancy but it isnt reassuring to think that soon it will all be over because I know how much the statistics are against me when it comes to postpartum. I dont want to miss out on the joy of a new baby!