I'm kind of feeling the same way, but for a different reason. I can't wait to be finished losing! I'm scared of maintenance, of course, but to be finished losing means I'm small, sexy, healthy, strong! Right now I'm not-small, not-sexy, not-healthy, not-strong, but I'm halfway there.
Another thing is, I look down at my body, and I think there is NO WAY all this fat will disappear in another 30-some pounds. I can't be objective about it, not until I get there. When I look at the scale and it says "170.0" then I need to look at the tags in my clothes, my bras/panties, my shoes, and see if I'm happy or if there's more room for improvement.
Don't fear being done losing. . .just take it as it comes and keep plugging away until you get there!
267: Highest known weight
242.5: Weight on dd's 1st birthday
213: Weight on day I delivered dd (Whooshed past on 7/6/10)
200: Weight on day I went home from hospital after delivering dd (MET!! 1/24/11)
180: Lowest weight ever as an adult
170: Initial goal weight (subject to change)