Know that I sympathize, friend.
I mean, I'm not living at home; I'm actually homeless, but in many ways, we are so much alike.
I crave a home to return to, but know that the one(s) I have could never bring me happiness. There's my parents, who I'm sure you know about. That situation is goes without words. Then, there's Tenille, who I would choose Stalin over. I love her more than anyone else in the world, but living with her Pharisee traits made me more miserable than I'd ever been.
And I know how hard it is to have to rely on people. It makes you feel like a piece of dirt, and obeying rules after having tasted freedom is enough to bring one to madness.
I'm glad you recognize blessings, but it's always ok to breakdown and rant. Never compare your problems to others; we all need pity parties as long as they're not eternal.
Congradulations on the baby (which, I guess, is 8 months along now), and I hope it brings you great joy. My 16 year old sis is pregnant (9 months, due any minute), and she got taken away by the state, so I'm no longer aloud to see her because I'm the daughter of the man who's married to the women who got my sister taken away (I'll give you a minute to catch up). IT sucks, but I know that baby will bring life into a girl who's been broken for a long, long time.
Keep your chin up (even through the morning sickness).
Trinitie