I suffered from depression most of my life. For the last 2 years things have been fine, but it’s like the second I entered my 3rd trimester all the joy is gone. I didn’t realize it until last week but I haven’t enjoyed anything, the house has been becoming a mess, and I just have the urge to sleep and not eat. I know from my past that means my depression is setting in.

I did talk to my midwife who asked if I was interested in getting on some medication for it, that has never really helped in the past, and I’ve tried basically everything. Counseling also doesn’t work for me I usually just have to tough through it and wait for it to pass or wait for the moments when I feel okay.

However, my husband just doesn’t understand this. He doesn’t get that I have been working from home in bed every day. Doesn’t get that my brain is a complete fog and making whole sentences is even difficult. Doesn’t get that I don’t have the energy or the mental capacity right now to plan and prepare meals and keep the house clean and be down for sex and everything I was prior. He’s not understanding it’s the depression. And idk what to do because even my midwife explained to him that I will need some extra help and compassion. And he just jokes around and thinks that by “lightening the mood” with jokes and witty banter that it helps and that I’m just in a bad mood. It’s literally not that at all. And idk what else to do.