I'm tired, I'm grumpy, I'm trying to keep my head on. I finally decided that it doesn't matter what happens at this point. If God wants me to have my house, He'll do something about it, He'll fix it. I quit. I'm done worrying about it, I'm done trying to push things to happen, nobody listens to me. I'm just the pregnant lady freaking out because I'm pregnant, and my worries are all in my pregnant head.
I've never had postpartum depression before, but if this is how I feel right now, I'm really dreading what will happen next month.