It’s my due date. We went into the nursery tonight and sat in there and just kind of took it in. And the conversation turned to what happens if we don’t get to bring her home? What do we do with all this stuff? How would we feel, would we try again (already had one loss), what would it be like after all this time to just.... go back to the way it was? I can’t fathom families who lose babies after this crazy journey. It made me cry. I’m sure we will bring her home, but.... sometimes people don’t. And we know people who it has happened to so it makes it all the more real. It was just kinda eerie to be in that room and imagine it never getting used.