I'm too young to be a homeowner.

I have abandoned the blue sea sickness bracelets this past week. I think that the nausea has passed. I'm so glad that I made it this far without throwing up. I really hate throwing up. The exhaustion and gas are still with me. I weighed myself on Saturday, and I have now dropped below the weight that I was when I graduated from high school. How can I eat so much and still be dropping in weight? I'm sure I'll make up for it when I start gaining.
I have gotten quite comfortable in my new job, and I've even told my boss and most of my coworkers about the baby. Everyone seems very happy for me.
This weekend we did some more househunting and even put in one offer. We are practicing our patience as we wait for a reply from the seller. Tony and I are very excited about owning a house, while also being scared shitless. In many ways, I still feel like a child, and children aren't supposed to have mortgages. I know that I'm married and have a job and am going to be a Mama, but somehow "30 years of house payments" seems way to old for me. I should really freak out when I have to sign the final paper work on this house or whatever one we end up in.