I know, I know. It's only been a week, but just yesterday when I nearly bit the head off my children during my good week, I decided to Google "Wellbutrin made me an asshole."
Okay, not exactly that but something about irritability and BLAM about 400 links with "irritability" and "agitation" as a side effect came up and I breathed a huge sigh of relief because wow, I haven't gotten so pissed about my husband not knowing where the baby wipes were in like, um ever.
I realize that it takes awhile for meds to work, or something, and I know it's different for everyone, which is the challenge with SSRIs. What makes one person gloriously happy and skinny can make another person a complete and total asshole.
That's why you should not run away from the Wellbutrin. It only means that right now, I should. For the sake of my marriage and my children who are somewhat used to mommy being a complete jerk but usually much closer to the end of the month.
I'm headed back to my midwife in 3o days to make sure my IUD didn't dislodge, so I'm going to ask her about alternatives then.
These things take time and experimentation, which totally sucks, but I know from the experience of many close friends, when you find the right thing it can be glorious.
And speaking of the IUD, I had some cramping and bleeding on and off for the last few days, but it seems to have subsided for now. We'll see how it goes when I'm actually supposed to be bleeding.
I picked up a few boxes of diaper-sized pads and super-sized OB tampons so I'm ready!
I know, I'm such a bag of giggles these days.