I'm happy to report that we are doing much, much better. We have discussed this at length with four other friends since then and done some processing on our own. There have been no more tears or anything close to tears.
I failed to mention that when BKP decided to move home--with their dog they adopted in LA--they were offered "Uncle Bob's cabin" which is a fancy way of saying a SIL's family member has a spare trailer in the woods in upstate NY not too far from the parents. Yes, a trailer. I can't make this shit up, it's so white trash and so NOT what I'm used to with K's family.
But BKP have decided to live in the basement of MIL's house and give their dog up instead. I mean, I don't want to live in a trailer either, but really, wouldn't you rather be able to have your own place, walk around naked and have sex when you want?? And keep your dog? For the love of god, you can't even be responsible enough to take care of a dog and you're bringing a human being into this world and neither one of you have any health insurance??
Jesus Fucking Christ.
I would not want to be them. Nope, not for a minute. Not even for the 1st prize of having the first grandchild. They can keep it.
K's mom is retiring this month and I'm sure she's going to be just thrilled about becoming a full time babysitter for a party of 3 when she thought she was going to be retiring. I know K's step dad is not so thrilled and me thinks there's going to be some kind of tension in that house--so you know what? They can keep it! Keep the free rent, the free groceries, the stress and everything else.
We have planned and saved and thought about this baby for a long, long time and in the end, it's all going to work out just as it should.
If we get pregnant this cycle, our children will be one month apart (oh yeah, she's telling everyone super early because hey! she's pregnant! what could possibly go wrong!) and so who knows, that could end up being pretty cool.
Thanks again for hearing me out. This is better than therapy.