Barbara L in MA used this quote on the comments board for the Yarn Harlot and I think it pretty well covers what's going on with me.
My ego has really been enjoying wallowing around in the mud of self-pity lately, and I don;t know what's up with that. We have to find a bigger apartment, preferably a house, but I don't know how we will afford something more with baby expenses upcoming. We have always been provided for, and God has always given us what we need and most of what we want, but there is a trigger of panic that thinks..."we're not going to pull this off...we're going to go bankrupt...we can only afford to live in section eight..." Which is just plain ridiculous. I need to get off this train and hop on a friendlier, funnier one. I just want time to enjoy this pregnancy, to ponder exciting things about the baby, to think of all the fantastic sweaters and socks I can knit...but when I start thinking baby all I get is a laundry list of complications and worries. When does this phase of the pregnancy end????? (when will I stop over-punctuating????)