My brain needs a filter.

I cannot go one more day where I start off thinking about something completely innocent like "Wow, Monster 3 will be here soon" to thinking "Dear God, what have I gotten myself into, I can't take care of three kids, and besides, we're doing just fine with the girls, and how did I end up with a boy, I know nothing about boys, we don't have a car that fits this boy, and did I pay those bills, is my credit score going up, will I ever be able to leave my house during the day with my children" and so on and so forth. My brain needs a filter. It's transferring over to my subconscious. The other day hubby captured a massive spider, and for whatever reason didn't want to kill it. Fine, whatever, no biggie. Except then I was either awake thinking about spiders, or dreaming about spiders. Worst sleep ever. Another example? My mom leaves next week for a mission trip overseas. Cool, love it! Except she comes to visit, and then next thing I know I'm having dreams about being on an airplane with extended family and I'm pregnant and dreaming that we switch planes mid air. Then as we walk through the connecting hallway between the planes I start to fall. Care for another? How about when my daughters are playing with their baby dolls and insist on putting them in my room where Monster 3's bed is waiting for him. And next thing I know I'm dreaming that I'm going to give birth to a fat plastic baby that looks like a girl, and my 4 year old takes away from me, telling me I don't know how to make brother happy.
Yeah. This is it folks. The definition of crazy. Living proof that you cannot escape the crazy of being pregnant, no matter how sane you think you are during the day. Except I guess I'm really not sane if thinking "Wow, not much time left" ends up being about how I will be trapped in my house forever unable to leave....

I wonder if you can order a brain filter from Walmart. You can get everything else there.