economic woes

No exaggeration: these are the worst financial times since the Great Depression. Last week, we were reasonably sure we had reached the bottom. Then this week happened. Now, I am what you would call a "worrier," and not just the run-of-the-mill, garden-variety. I am Chicken Little, and the sky is always falling. So, when I learned that Congress failed to pass the first bailout package, I had a major stress attack, after which I promptly went to Aldi and bought them out of rice, beans, pasta, Spaghetti-O's (for my husband. He's like that), and batteries. The next day, I took my pregnancy test, and for the first time in my life (I've taken hundreds), it was positive.
Who gets pregnant now?! I mean, I would have stressed financing a pregnancy and a kid at the best of times, but in this current crisis, I was seriously ready to bail, and I took it to Mr. R., and now I must give you a paragraph or two of back story.
When we married, we were firm on not having children, thinking it more righteous to adopt should the maternal instinct strike. Turns out, I was infertile the whole time, so our lengthy, philosophical conversations about adoption v. procreation were for naught, but we did not yet know this. About 4 years ago, Mr. R. voiced an openness to children, and we resumed our philosophical discussion. This time, we decided to give procreation a try. And another. And another. And - well, you get the drift. My doctors at the time advised us to start infertility treatments ASAP as I was pushing 35 and obviously not very fertile. We did, but it didn't sit well with either of us. We went as far as the Clomid before deciding parenthood, along this course, wasn't for us. No offense to anyone who chooses IVF, but I think if you ask the higher power to guide you, you have to accept the answer. We gave up the dream again. And then we received a different answer.
And that's the really crazy thing because, though Chicken Little finds herself knee deep in the poop-la, she is unbelievably optimistic. At no other time in my life can I say I really felt so sure about the goodness, the rightness, of anything. That it is my own pregnancy is just unreal. According to the books on pregnancy, the baby is about the size of blueberry right now, so I will just call it my blueberry of hope for awhile and enjoy the peace it brings in this oh-so-troubled world.