Today I actually had my first feelings of terror about survival.
I went to the dentist because of a toothache that's been coming and going over the last several months.
I was hoping that I would hear that it's "just a cavity and we can take care of that no problem..."
Instead he uttered those dreaded words:
Lesson: Get insurance. Be active in PREVENTATIVE CARE. It will save your butt in the long run.
Now I need to fix my tooth (in the 3rd trimester), have my baby, figure out where we're going to grad school, where we're going to live, fly there (because it's 99% guaranteed that we'll be flying to our next place of residence), and set up the nest all over again.
How much money do we have?
not enough...I'll just leave it at that.
I feel like such a useless bump on a log, like a financial burden. can't get a job, can't make money...
so it's time to turn inward, re-evaluate, and find a solution.
"When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window."
I just have to look around and find it.