I Have Lost. My. Mind

Let me restate: I have lost my mind. I'm going off the deep end. Baby #2 has made me hormonal and crazy with the nesting syndrome, the same one I suffered from when I was pregnant with my daughter. Let me bring you up to speed on what I mean...
When I was pregnant with my daughter my rental wasn't good enough to bring my sweet baby home to. It was too far away from family, it wasn't mine, and it was dreary and depressing. I hated it once I conceived. I felt like the walls were caving in on me. I went house hunting. I stepped foot into my house that I live in now and moved into it two weeks later.
Now that I'm pregnant with Baby #2, it all seems to be a reality again: my house isn't good enough. As soon as I found out I made it clear that the basement had to be refinished to regain my third bedroom back. Last year it was taken over by toys. I was 100% clear that we needed to gain the second level.
Ok, so today is why I know I've gone mad. I was looking on the internet to search the home across the street that had been put up for sale. With Michigan's economy, I'm always checking on the neighborhood's houses to see what they are going for. BIG MISTAKE. I found a house that I am drooling over. It's still in the same city, it has four, count it FOUR bedrooms, two full bathes AND two half bathes. It was completely gutted in 2000 with the most beautiful crap I've always wanted. It has a fenced in yard already with a sprinkler system (which, I just informed Steve, is something I was GOING to put into our house this year whether he likes it or not). The kitchen is bigger so I can actually have large groups over for food. I am DYING to have that! It's perfect...
That's not the bad part, I called and scheduled an appointment to view it. Now, for those of you who know me well, it's all over after this. My window of opportunity has opened. I am actually going house hunting.

Steve will never want Baby #3.