Guess who had her first severe anxiety attack since becoming pregnant one year ago?

So today started off magnificently enough with taking Jules to see Harry Potter not only in 3D but in IMAX 3D. She didn't make a peep, tho I sobbed throughout the entire thing even more than the first time I saw it.
We got some shit lunch, picked Up the Scoo and came home. Without a peep, young scooter bottom fell right to sleep. Into the living room we go to get some work done. Juliet starts reading her book without me even asking.
All is well.
Until I start reading today's lesson. On the brain.
On one of the very first slides I see (this dumb iPad wont let me upload the pic so I'll post later)and I quote "The human brain can be cut with a butter knife."
Hahah. All nice an innocent. Perfectly harmless- even humorous. I snap the above-mentioned pic and send it to Andy.
And I keep reading.
About lobes and stems and other such brain related words.
And the room is getting hotter (and was already a hefty 400 degrees or so) and hotter and I'm getting blinky and I basically run down the street to the pool. Whew, I say, clapping myself on the back, way to talk your way out of that anxiety attack.
I come home and entertain Jules with a magical science experiment. Scoo awakens, I start feeding her in my cool a/c blessed room and BAM! Bitch goes down. I start seeing green, I'm blinking and not seeing the room as I should. I calmly tell Jules to run and get me water, chocolate (as if it was a dementor attack) and lo and behold I hadn't turned my monitor off and my mother was downstairs listening to all the foolishness and sends up chocolate.
I still feel weak and shaky. And while I know my trigger was none other than that mushy fucking brain, there is much more afoot going on w me. It sucks. And I'm gonna have to deal w this. Sooner rather than later. So overwhelmed. And letting myself get more and more buried under cleaning