Where's My Home?

I am depressed for the entire week, and I don't know why? But the only thing that makes me feel good when I think to my home, I want to go home. I don't understand what's going on? It is because I am pregnant? Or because I got homesick? I really don't know what's happening. My husband is sick too, both of us are weak, what will happen to us? I still need the care of my parents, I still need their physical appearance, I need them to be in our side. If the reason of all of this is just because I'm pregnant, I almost surrender. I want to give-up. I want my simple life. A life where it is ruled in my own world. Until when I can call this place as my home? Until when I can say 100% that this is my home, my world. God be with us. Be our strength. For I believed that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.