Shellie & Bailey, there must be something in the planetary alignment because I couldn't sleep last night worrying about how we might not be able to get pregnant post-ectopic. A friend on FB announced her pregnancy, and she is due a month and a half after I would have been due, and DH and I dtd for the first time since AF just finished and I just started freaking out wondering if that was my only chance and it is gone now. It is so hard to be positive sometimes, especially as the time goes on.
So this morning DH asked me what was wrong and I had a huge cry and told him how I worried we couldn't get pregnant after the ectopic and that seeing my friend announce on FB and knowing my cousins are starting trying soon and worrying that it will be hard if they get pg before we get pg again--and he gave me a hug but then it went south quickly.
Please, try not to judge DH too badly, but I had to get this off my chest and I don't have anyone to talk to about this kind of stuff. After a quick hug, DH said he was worried about me being clinically depressed over this, that he didn't understand why I was still crying over it after so many months and worrying what will happen to me if we don't get pregnant over the next couple of months (that it will just get worse and worse).
I tried to explain that I was just going through a normal grieving process, and that takes time, but I was pretty offended at being told I am depressed just because I cried over the worry that we can't get pg again after EP--which I think is a pretty natural emotion. So then it turned into a big fight, where I told him he didn't know how to be supportive and sympathetic when people are sad etc etc. I tried to tell him that everyone here on BnB has their moments too, and it is a totally normal way to feel and how p*ssed off I was that he would make me feel irrational or crazy over feeling that way....... sigh.
I know that after stepson was born, his ex had postpartum so badly she went crazy--literally went off in a shoe shop knocking things off shelves and shouting at store clerks in a rage so badly the shop got shut with her inside and the police were called and she was shipped off to a mental institution for 3 months while a very young DH was left alone with baby. It scarred him very badly and because of it he strongly associates me being sad with a potential for clinical depression. But I am one of those people who needs to express negative emotion to get it off my chest--like releasing a poison.
DH is amazing in almost every other way, but I really wish I could just be sad about something without him worrying in the back of his mind if I am going to fall apart completely one day. We talked about it afterwards, and he said he'd try to be more understanding when I am seeking solace and comfort, and I know he will try because he really does care (that is why he expresses these concerns) But I wish I had someone to talk to about it who could just listen--all of my close friends and family are 5,000 miles away and the friends I have here in the UK are too new to talk to about this kind of heavy stuff.
Jeeze, sorry for the novel, but I guess this was my way of getting the poison off my chest. It makes me all the more appreciative to have you ladies to go through these things with.