Ugh. Long story short. MIL told Dan last night that "Stacey will certainly get pregnant now, b/c I gave away all the baby stuff." Backstory is that she had a crib, stroller, etc for our nephews that live a few hours away, when they come visit. They didn't need the stuff anymore, and MIL knows a family that can really use it. So she gave it away. She had been saving it for us.
As soon as he told me I could feel myself starting to pout, and said that she had given up on me. I didn't cry, but I was most certainly whimpering. He tried to explain that she did it out of superstition. The "get rid of it all and then she'll get pregnant" type of thing. I know that it all went to a needy family.
But still. It certainly felt like she was giving up.