My own worst enemy

Sometimes I think my mind, with its penchant for catastrophizing, is my own worst enemy. I felt so much better in the first few days after my last appointment, but I just realized that I never cried any tears of relief, and now I'm back to feeling like a nervous wreck again. I realized that I'm still holding myself very much on edge. I really thought I would fully embrace this pregnancy after we successfully crossed the 8-week mark, but I still haven't. And now I've managed to completely convince myself that all my symptoms are all in my head.

My nausea? Maybe it's the result of eating such a crappy diet (not that I'm eating a crappy diet because I can't choke down anything other than simple carbs).
My fatigue? Maybe I've just always been this tired and never realized it.
My occasional vomiting? Must have been food poisoning.
My new-found ability to cry at the drop of a hat? Maybe I'm just getting in touch with my emotions.

Logically, I know that everything looked good on our last ultrasound, that my doctors are all optimistic, and that I have no real reason to be worried. But yet with two missed miscarriages behind me, I can't help but worry that it's happened again -- even though I know logically that, for it to happen at this point, would be a true statistical anomaly.

I have my next appointment a week from today (Oct 4). Maybe then I can let myself relax a bit? I really hope I can enjoy this pregnancy at some point, despite my inherent propensity for worry.