Anxiety runs in my family. My mom and grandma are horrible. I seem to have inherited it as well. Unfortunately for me, it gets worse after I give birth and I seem to be doing that frequently.

I'll give you some examples:

1) My husband has a fever. I think...he has cancer and is dying.
2) My mom doesn't proof her emails so every now and then a sentence is goofy. I think she has dementia.
3) TMI here, but I have a little blood when I go to the bathroom. I think I have colon cancer. Nevermind the fact I had hemorroids so bad when I was pregnant, I bled every day.
4) My dad was dehydrated and almost blacked out. I think he is having a heart attack.

Seriously I know that NONE of these things is happening, but I worry CONSTANTLY.

I'm tempted to go to the doctor to see about anti anxiety medication, but I'm hoping once my hormones are back to normal, it will calm down.

What is wrong with me? I am SO happy with my life. I love my husband, parents, my children. It's like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like I don't believe I deserve to be this happy. Like something is going to go wrong.

Although, as I sit here typing, I can tell you my life isn't perfect. I do have one sleeping baby on my lap, but two screaming (and I do mean screaming) children in the bedroom. There's nothing like overtired children to help you relax at the end of the day. Calgon..........take me away.............