Might I pop in here for some reassurance?
I’m 33 weeks following IVF with PGD for a genetic condition which increases my risk of stroke and has links to early onset dementia, depression and anxiety. Today I feel like absolute shit. I’ve been up since 5am and can’t stop crying.
I had to go through so many tests and consultations to be allowed to have IVF at all, had to agree to an induction at 40 weeks. I was told it was high risk and frightened to death with statistics. Since I’ve actually got pregnant no one gives a damn. I got a letter yesterday with my 36 week scan appointment, the first contact I’ve had with the hospital I’ve had since 20 weeks. None of the consultant appointments I was told I would need have everything materialised. I’ve never even met a consultant and my care plan was signed off by a junior doctor I’ve never met who clearly has never heard of my condition, judging by what has been written. I’m in bits with anxiety and I’ve been referred to a website full of services I’m not eligible for, and told to “go make some little friends”. I’m out of area for my hospital so neither me nor my midwife can actually see my notes online. I feel like a voice in my head is just screaming at me to clean and tidy and fix things and work, all the time, and I’m doing to the point I’m physically hurting myself. I’m covered in bruises and I’ve badly pulled muscles in my bump, and I cannot stop and no one will help me.
And then I feel like I have no right to feel like this. My SIL is in hospital because her pregnancy has made her so ill. And mine was IVF so I ought to just be grateful to be pregnant at all. I’ve done an antenatal course and just had a weird impostor syndrome feeling the whole time, like other people were somehow more pregnant than me and I’m some kind of fraud.
To top it off, my best friend appears to have just ghosted me since I became pregnant. I have a couple of supportive relatives, but it hurts like hell that we’ve been friends for over 10 years and when I asked her for help she just stopped speaking to me. And of course SIL is in hospital so I’m trying to support her rather than burden her with my problems.
I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, I just need to get this off my chest!