It’s me, Katie, from Sluiter Nation.
I have a problem.
I’m not pregnant.
Sigh. Yes, this is a problem.
Let me back up the truck for those of you who don’t know my back story.
I have an almost-two-year-old son, Eddie. Three months before Eddie turned a year, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression and anxiety.
I have been fighting this damn disease ever since March of 2010.
The therapist I see and my general practitioner both agree that at this point? Because I had a pre-existing anxiety disorder? I can likely drop the “postpartum” part of the label.
I suffer from depression and anxiety.
And I am trying to get pregnant.
Also? My husband suffers from extremely mild depression.
up until very recently we were both medicated.
Do you know how hard it is to conceive when both players are on drugs? The med that my hubs was on? Decreased sperm count and made it difficult to…um…finish.
You can’t get a baby without the finish, people.
My meds kill libido.
So let’s recap. One of us doesn’t want it and the other can’t complete the task anyway.
And here we are…three months later…no baby.
Not surprising, but still frustrating.
So now the hubs is off his meds. And he is all raring to go…all the time.
Yay for lots of baby making, right?
It’s still hard for me to want to. I mean, I so want to. I want another baby so bad it’s hard to be excited when others are blessed with little lives. And I want to be close with my husband.
But…stupid medication. stupid depression sucking the joy out of my sex life. stupid anxiety about what my body looks like.
People keep telling me to relax.
How do I do that? How do I enjoy sexy time more than only a couple times…a month? Because it’s going to take more than that for us to make a human.
I am so tired of this stupid depression and anxiety taking over every aspect of my life.