I have this funny quirk about unborn babies. I'm worried they'll die.
I've been this way from the beginning. I remember even after I told my boss I was not coming back after having Emma so I could be a stay-at-home mom, that I was still making business connections in case she died and I needed a new job.
I'm afraid to get too much ready too soon. I'm having this baby in about a week and a half and I don't have the bassinet set up, I don't have my baby boy clothes out, and I have only one package of diapers.
I also run worst case scenarios in my head: checking the kids out of school to tell them the baby brother they've been waiting for died and after all that, we'll only have 4 kids.
I really won't breath easy until...until never. I still check on my kids to make sure nobody died in the night.