Yep, I had my first official breakdown today. I'm 15 weeks pregnant with twins and there are a ton of rummage sales going on in our neighborhood. My mother-in-law has been hunting for everything and keeps calling me about stuff...do I need a breast pump? How about a changing table? Look, I found onesies! My husband and I had an agreement that we were not going to start on the nursery until 18 weeks, when we found out if we were having boys/girls/one of each.
So I know it's not a big deal and she's just trying to help. But it started stressing me out because all of a sudden I'm getting thrown a bunch of pictures of stuff that I have thought about but haven't seriously thought about buying yet. Almost started yelling at my husband on the phone, then had a full on breakdown and he had no idea why I was even freaking out about this.
Oh, pregnancy hormones, I have such a love/hate relationship with you.