I don't know what's wrong with me

I have lost my temper with D so much lately, and I'm beginning to dislike myself.  Sure, he could do more around the house (like putting his own dishes in the dishwasher, or even cleaning up after dinner!) but I feel like I'm just always on edge.  I know a big part of it is that I'm not doing any testing for anything right now.  I haven't called about an HSG (partly because I just don't want to have one), I'm not charting my BBT, I'm not testing for ovulation.  I barely even know where I am in my cycle.  On the one hand, it's nice not to think about it.  On the other hand, I hate not knowing what's going on.  Coupled with our current limbo about our living situation, I'm just feeling very nervous.

Speaking of our current living situation.  Our house is supposedly going on the market today.  TODAY.  I'm not really feeling ready, but it needs to happen sooner rather than later.  I'm so very, very nervous about it.  When I bought the house we live in right now, I had recently lost my job and my apartment (due to the bank foreclosing on the building and forcing everyone to move out).  Without a job, I was unable to find a new place to live, and I had to move in with my mother, which was a very, very bad situation.  As I've said before, my mother can be downright mean, and having to live with her was torture.  In addition to living with someone who treated me like a servant, I had a long commute and my kitty died while we were there, which I attribute to my mom's cat attacking her (unsubstantiated, but I stand by my theory).  I'm terrified of being homeless again.  It was horrible.

And as much as I want to live in a smaller town, I'm also not excited about moving away from the city I've called home for most of the last 10 years.  I will be leaving friends, restaurants, my gym, my activities, everything I've gotten used to having around, and moving to a small town where we don't really know anyone.  It's closer to my sister, yes, but not THAT much closer.  I will be completely dependent on either my husband or my motorcycle to get to work (and to doctor's appointments), since I don't have any options for parking a car at or near my office.  The amount of time we'll spend commuting will make it much harder to be social, although my husband doesn't care since he'll still have his video games.

I can feel myself getting resentful, and I don't know what to do.