Sounds like everyone has so much going on! Things have come to a bit of a stop for me. Not pregnant, waiting for AF. Willing AF to come soon, not holding out hope, but that's PCOS for you. Provera on Sunday (day 35) if nothing happens so I can get on with the 25mg of clomid to see if my body (and mind) will tolerate a 1/2 dose.
If I'm honest, I've given myself a proper hard talking to this week because I have been SOOOOOOOO grumpy!
The mental health team are less than supportive - I've been feeling depressed, but all the drugs they recommend have side effects that will worsen my PCOS and chances of conception - blood sugars, menstrual irregularities and weight gain are at the top of most lists. Worse still, they're continuing to recommend drugs which may be harmful to a baby - not something I'd ever be prepared to risk.
Some of you may have been gripped by depression before, or know someone who has, but I can say in no uncertain terms that it's not somewhere I can allow myself to be again and seeing myself slip like this is not fun, nor is it fair to DH. When my bipolar is in full flare the depression is awful and I become incapable of functioning to even a basic level. It's usual for me to sleep from 7-7 and spend my waking hours weeping, or disconnected from reality.
I'm not going back on meds for the time being, we're going to have one last stab at clomid first. But as soon as that's done I need to take medication and that means I won't be able to conceive. DH admitted that he feels like he's losing me to it all and he can't imagine waiting another 18 months and seeing me deteriorate for the sake of a procedure like IVF which may only serve to make it all worse.
Ultimately, to be true to myself, it's likely to be game over for me, at least for a few years. The silver lining is that I'm incredibly open to offering a home to any child - short, medium or longer term - who may need a warm, loving home. We have made some enquiries about fostering with a view to getting the house finished and making an application by summer if we don't get our BFP. I just need to focus on getting well, healthy and stable again - something I guess I took for granted when I was on medication.
It's sad that we feel this way, but the NHS isn't resourced to deal with cases like mine and sometimes you have to just make the best of what you have and move on.
There's still hope in the mean time and we're not calling it a day until at least our next FS appointment in March, unless, of course, things take a bit of a nose dive. Working hard to prevent that though.
Sorry for such a morose post on a Friday night. I guess I had to let it all out sometime (the large glass of red has helped!)