Tears and Frustration

Dr. B has reassured me that baby Sydney is okay.  But when I'm in pain and having all of these contractions, it just doesn't feel normal or right to me at all, and I get nervous.  I'm having a breakdown of sorts about it.  Dr. B has offered to write me a script for Zoloft, but it offended me.  I'm not depressed, I'm nervous and scared.  There are big differences there!  I mean, I've lost 4 babies and this pregnancy has been anything but normal.  Am I not allowed to be nervous and scared????  Then, to top that off, I was venting to my mother, whom I love and adore.  Her response to my venting over being stressed, nervous, and scared, was "This isn't about you, this is about the baby."  What?!?!?!  No kidding.  My whole life is about the baby, as it should be!  I've been on bed rest for weeks on end, I'm 600 miles from my family, have had to rely solely on my husband and his parents for everything, and can't even shower and can only bathe (which I find just icky and never feel clean anymore). We've spent thousands of dollars in order to get pregnant, have suffered 2 miscarriages and lost 4 babies.  We're living from my husband's income and our savings while I'm out of work, and through all of this, I'm having contractions that never go away, can't sleep due to pain and discomfort, and I'm exhausted!  I'm doing all of this for my baby.  The baby we've put so much of ourselves into.  The baby that I'd give my life for today if that meant she would be safe and sound.  But because of all of that, does it mean that I can't get frustrated with this fibroid and what it's putting me through?  Does that mean that I can't get frustrated over the pain and sleeplessness?  Does that mean that I can't be scared and nervous?  Does that really mean that I'm depressed and need to be medicated?  Will being medicated with Zoloft really take away the nervousness and fear I feel everyday about my baby's safety?  Will it take away or lessen the pain that these contractions are causing?  I doubt it very seriously.  And honestly, the very last thing I need is someone I love, someone I look up to and lean on, telling me that it's not about me, it's about my baby.  I know that.  That's why I'm here doing this and looking for someone to just listen and let me vent, and help me feel less nervous and less scared.... someone to help me dry my tears... even from 600 miles away.  I shouldn't have to turn to my poor husband for all of this.  He's living it too.  He's trying to work overtime to help prevent us from blowing through our savings before baby is even here, he's taking our older daughter to school and picking her up from school, making dinner (when his parents don't bring dinner to us to be a help), cleaning the house, doing laundry, helping me in and out of the tub, rubbing my feet and back to help divert my focus, crying tears with me over fears with this pregnancy and those we've lost, using the Doppler to find baby's heartbeat to help ease my nerves... he's amazing!  I should be able to go to my own family for support.  I should.  Shouldn't I????