This time last year, my husband and I were homeless. We were scraping by to buy a house, hotel surfing at sketchy places because they were cheap. At one point, we almost ended up living in our car. I was 6 months pregnant. After we finally got the house, I was freaking out that we’d lose it and I’d lose my baby, that he’d be taken away from me. We barely had help and we’re lucky when we could afford a hot meal instead of pb&j. Now, I have a more financially stable job and I’m pregnant again. And I’m terrified again. My son was born a month early, he had horrible jaundice and just kept losing weight. For the first month and a half of his life, we were in and out of the doctor’s office twice a week. We are in a better place financially, but I’m terrified that something will happen, we’ll lose the house and end up in a hotel again or our car. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited for this baby, but this time of year is really, really tough on me now. I don’t know how to talk to my husband about this and I don’t feel like I can talk to my family (since they’re part of the reason we were in hotels). How do I get over this?
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