Sigh.

How is it a small, cheery little room is an emotional mine field? The pretty little nursery jammed with baby paraphernalia. I ha vent been able to work on anything in there for weeks, its too sad. Every once in a while I'll do a load of laundry and discover an article of baby clothing waiting to be washed. Tiny little pants make me wonder will I have a baby that small? Will they be brand new from the hospital or an older toddler who is already mobile? Will they be a girl or a boy? When will we get the call, weekday, morning, afternoon, 2 am? What will it be like to go from a young couple to a young family? And when? When?