Pregnancy brings you things. Lots of things. I’m not talking metaphysical things or emotional things (though plenty of those things do come along with a big, ever-swelling belly, don’t get me wrong). I’m talking things things… like, stuff. It’s especially true if you’re the last one of your friends to jump on the have-a-baby-bandwagon. It’s awesome, of course, the way your besties want to share all their things (especially if your friends are like mine, and have pretty swanky taste). It’s also totally overwhelming, especially if you’re like me and 1) live in a teeny, tiny apartment and 2) are taking sweet time accepting the fact that there will soon be another person sharing your precious living space. For these reasons, I was pretty…