This is exactly how I'm feeling this morning. Since we had our last baby shower this weekend, I decided it was time to do Emma's laundry. So I unpacked all of our gifts and laid out everything on the living room floor. This sort of heavy feeling started to pour over me and I had to take a break. So of course I got my camera out and started taking pictures of the mess.
All these thoughts were unraveling as I kept piling and piling the mini heaps of hooded towels, onesies and baby socks.
Do I really need so many damn onesies? Which of these will fit her right away? If it says 0-3 months does that mean she can wear them right away? What if she's a huge baby? Should I wash the 3-6 month outfits?... the 1 year dresses? Are these going to shrink? She'll never get to wear these cute summer 3-6 month outfits! Should I really be cutting the tags off all of these things or should I wait and perhaps give them to friends who are also pregnant? Do I have enough hats? Will she need hats, it's so hot out? There's way too much freakin pink! There's waaaay too much stuff!
The thoughts were non-stop so I just left it all down there and decided to go upstairs and write about it instead. The living room looks like a baby shower bomb just went off so I'll probably hide out up here until I get too hungry (it's a shame I don't have an emergency stash of food up here). AND to top it all off I feel like a penguin and I've turned into a big ol' sap crying and tearing about things that aren't even all that sad. Now I'm worried. Could this be a preview to postpartum depression?