Time to Panic

Six months.
Six months, people.
Didn't I just tell the whole world I was pregnant a few minutes ago? And wasn't I already 10 weeks along when I TOLD them?!
And now I'm 6 months pregnant.
It goes by so quickly, and right around now is when the panic starts to set in. Three short little months to paint his room, figure out what he sleeps in, what kind of diapers he uses, and how many burp cloths I need to stash in each room of the house.
How am I going to stop my dogs from barking so much in three short months?
Should I start warning neighbors, friends, and the UPS man that if they ring the doorbell they'll be electrocuted?
A birthing plan. Someone mentioned that the other day. I should get one of those.
I wonder if he's allergic to our houseplants. Those should all be destroyed, I'm guessing.
I know nothing about children's toys and I don't think I have enough books. Am I supposed to be collecting books? Do I read to him even though he's still trying to remember to breath in-between swallowing gulps of milk?
How do I organize his clothes? I already organized them once by level of fancy and once by size/month. Now I'm thinking fancy was better but we should also differentiate between day wear and evening wear.
Will he ever actually wear shoes that are this small?
I should register for more pacifiers, right?
Does ANYONE know the proper way to use a Moby wrap?!
The backyard is gated but the front yard isn't. This is starting to make me nervous.
He needs more pictures in his room. I don't want him to feel like he can't have pictures.
Should I even try the hypnobirthing class?
I need to check that child molester website again...
I just want him to be happy and healthy and for everything to be perfect. Is that so much to ask?