The last visit

I couldn't post yesterday. I went for my D&C follow-up and it went, not so good. The nurse(whom I like), saw me in the crowded waiting room and asked how I was doing. I said "not so good" and then started to cry and couldn't stop. A room full of happy pregnant ladies and I couldn't stop crying. To make matters worse, I waited over 45 minutes past my time to get in a room. I was relieved to get out of there. I waited about 20 minutes in the room for the doctor. He asked me some questions and then did the exam to make sure everything was okay. Just when I thought it was over, the lecture started. He pressured me three times(after telling him I have used NFP my entire married life) to use birth control. Did I mention he is Catholic and this was at a Catholic hospital? He basically said it was unfair to put my "loved ones" through this again so soon. I stayed firm, didn't get emotional, and let the venom roll off me(until I got out of there then I lost it in the car).
I didn't "plan" this pregnancy. I didn't ask to have my babies taken. I am not getting 100% support from family, either. Thankfully, my mom and dh have been there for me and understand I'm not going to waiver on my pro-life stance. I am not going to just be pro-life when it is convenient or comfy for those around me. I don't want to stop God's grace in our lives, whatever and wherever that may lead. To add to the drama this week, we just found out my atheist cousin and his family are coming for Christmas. Lord help me. I am trying to muster the strength to get some wrapping and baking done. I am battling the first migraine I have had in months. It has to be the cold. It's like 2 outside. I don't handle the cold well. I also get totally freaked out over people who have no shelter during this cold spell. It literally keeps me up at night thinking about it(and the pets people leave outside).
Side note: I have to bring up this whack dream. I was at a convention with my family. It got very "X-Files" about midway. I learned that some of the people there were either demons or aliens and had to protect my family. They managed to ensnare most of the people there who were familiar to me. At that point, I started reciting every prayer I knew in Latin and it freaked out the demon-alien people and they recoiled. Then, my husband let the kids get outside(of our hotel room, I think) and the head demon-alien lured us to what looked like a cabbage patch and started some crazy ritual to "plant" us and change us into their Borg-like collective. Then in my dream, I woke up and looked at the clock and saw it was after 7am and panicked so I woke up(in real life) tried to wake my husband to tell him he was late for work. It was really 5:40. I don't have a moral to this story. I may want to suggest you not eat sour cream and onion chips before bed(even if there are only a few in the bag). The end.