I’m having a huge problem with negativity, anger, and hopelessness.
On October 23, I found out that I was having an ectopic pregnancy (at about 6 weeks along). I had to have a methotrexate shot that night - after a long and painful day of being poked and prodded to be certain that it was definitively ectopic. This was my first pregnancy and we had been waiting such a long time until we could try. This destroyed me.
Throughout all of this, I was extremely depressed. I hardly ate for the first couple of weeks (at least partially due to my body’s response to the two rounds of methotrexate) and didn’t do much other than lay in bed and/or read about pregnancy loss on the web. I would lay for hours staring at the ceiling dwelling on the devastation. I couldn’t even manage to watch tv for over 6 weeks. Even now I can hardly stand to do any of the things that I used to love to do.
I’m not in the same depressed mood I was initially, but I find that I’m angry and negative most of the time. Everything seems so pointless. Why should I get my hopes up when everything ends so badly?
Worst of all, I still am not sure that I want to ttc again. Before this, I had been so anxious to start a family for a very long time. I was excited. I wanted to knit baby blankets, plan a nursery on Pinterest, keep a pregnancy journal, all of it.
And once I went off the pill, I basically went on a pregnancy diet (eating really well, taking prenatals, not drinking, avoiding certain foods) so that I’d be ready. I did everything right… and this still happened. I had no risk factors… and this still happened.
For a good amount of time, I had to tell myself that I don’t have to try again just to calm myself a bit. I suppose I needed a bit of control over my own life. Now, after 9 weeks of “coping” after having my first dose of methotrexate, I have had some thoughts about possibly ttc again. Every time I have a thought like that, it’s matched by negativity and anger.
I feel like all I will do is worry and assume that the worst will happen. I also don’t like the idea of sharing any of it with other people. The idea of people congratulating me, being happy for me, or throwing me a shower makes me angry and gives me anxiety. I’m not even to a point that I can try again, and yet the whole idea of me being happy about it seems impossible.
Seeing pregnant women makes me angry. The idea of me being pregnant again makes me angry. I go through my days feeling some combination of hopeless, numb, and angry and I just don’t know how to force myself to want to be happy.
I know I’m not in a good mindset to ttc again yet and that I will need time to work through all of this, but I’m 33 and can’t wait forever. I just worry that if I wait until I’m ready again, it will be problematic because of my age. But if I rush into it, then I’m not sure that I’ll be able to enjoy any of it. I’m truly not sure that I can allow myself to be happy or optimistic. Hope seems like such a naive concept right now.
Did anyone else go through any of this? I feel like most of my thoughts are so abnormal. I never used to be an angry person.