I've always been a bit of a hypochondriac but since finding out I was pregnant I am so panicked all the time. About the beer I drank in week 3.5, about exercising too hard while out of shape in weeks 3 and 4, about a random miscarriage from some spotting I had. About preeclampsia. Im starting to perseverate. My husband has little patience because to him if it's not worth worrying about because it can't be changed, that's the end of it. I literally can't stop thinking about whether I overheated from exercise and there will be birth defects. I just do not know if I can handle the uncertainty of pregnancy and I am feeling horrible.