I did so much in reorganizing the baby's room yesterday that I'm totally beat. I did more lifting than is probably good and my back is reminding me that I still have a lot more limitations than I'm used to. I've also been on pins and needles waiting for movement inside and it's deep sigh of relief when I feel it. The room is the same layout I wanted for Robin. I hung up the decorations I bought and cleared out some of the boxes we'd been storing in there. The crib mattress arrived today, it's a very snug fit. I'm hoping it will still fit with the protection pad and sheet on it. Mike saw what I did in the room but he didn't say much. I had to ask him if he liked it but he wasn't much of a talker. I can't make any predictions about what he's feeling at this point. There's some days I wake up and I feel like there's no way we aren't going to have this baby but then there are days that I look around and think, what if I have to come home from the hospital empty handed again and face all this? I feel like I should have a back up plan of some sort, but then I would feel like I'm jinxing it. Whatever I do, I feel like I'm jinxing it.