I bought a house and I'm scared to death.

As of December 14th Jill and I will be proud new homeowners.  Now I've started asking myself "What just happened?"  "My mortgage is what?"  I'm sure all questions that homeowners have asked before, but this is my first time.  I find myself carrying around a spare paper back incase it would dawn on me what I have done to myself.  I've joined the ranks of the millions of Americans that can queezily say "I'm in debt up to my eyeballs!"  (Is queezily a word?)  At the same time I'm really excited.  It's like when you were young and you snuck out of your parents house at night.  You were sick to your stomach with the thought of being caught and not getting to play Mario Bros. for like a month.  At the same time though, it was like the most freedom you'd felt in your life.  I've never actually done this Mom, but I can imagine what it would have been like.  So rigth now we're so excited about life and how good God has been to us.  We just never know where he's going to take us next.  Unfortunately Jill has some ideas though.  She's constantly reminding me about what comes after marriage and a house.  I'm hoping it's just a dog.