I spent a solid two hours hyperventilating after my positive test. Anyway you feel is the way you should feel - this is a big change and you need a chance to process it. Congratulations!!

Congratulations :) We just started trying too and I keep wondering how I’m going to feel if it happens. (My deal is more massive crippling anxiety than depression, so I imagine probably I will just never sleep again.)

I guess being depressed is like always feeling vaguely shitty even when like your dreams are coming true or whatever.

For what it’s worth, my good friend was trying for a baby for awhile and when she finally got the positive pregnancy test, she didn’t feel happy. She just felt overwhelmed and also had that sinking “everything just changed completely” feeling. I think that is more normal than you might think, even with depression.

First off, congratulations!

Congrats!!!!!

I would pick option b. And it might be worth trying again if you can right now? Even if they aren’t the ‘therapist soul-mate’, if you find a competent therapist they might be able to help you with some tools to manage the self-loathing?

Oh, I just my front two teeth fixed (mixture of actual caused-by-allergy barfing and some disordered eating as a teen). I smile in pictures now! For me, once the work had been completed for a couple of days I stopped thinking about them so much? My mindmap of my body just expanded to include the teeth, and they just…

I really appreciate that you describing and naming this awful feeling and the thoughts from the other two posters as well. I am famliar with it as well, that mourning.

I think we sometimes need to mourn what could have been in order to get to the compassion.

It might be useful to continue in therapy if you’re in it, and to go to therapy if you are not.

I didnt think I could be more incensed but here we are. Her reaction is the most and extra af but Paris Dennard can stfu with his defense of racism.

Lol. I feel this rant more than I’ve ever felt anything ever.

I did that kind of shit years ago during my Granola Mom Phase. I’m over it.

There goes another one of my dreams... Good job 2016!

Me (Jewish) and my boyfriend with a Muslim dad (and therefore Muslim-sounding last name) are trying to figure out where the fuck we go. We both have European citizenship, but that seems to be useless now that the neo-Nazis there are being encouraged by Trump. All I’ve been able to think about lately was Anne Frank’s…

I chuckled at “determine who are the terrific people.” He knows like 4 adjectives. I laugh in order to not cry.

I will enjoy watching that fucker age until he delisinigrates. He already looks 90.

Jesus Christ, the fucking word salad.

This is the section of the song that killed me: