“Oh good, so I'm not the only one.” Spoken lightly, as if it wasn't such a serious thing. “I was starting to think I was the only one worried about how this was all gonna go. It makes me feel a little better knowing I'm not going through that feeling alone.”
Walking over to the crib, she set the box down in the middle, covering it with the sheet so that paint wouldn't drip all over everything. Leah rested one of her hands on the bars and looked around the room. “Do you think we should've picked a different room? What if this one's too small?” It looked too small to her. Claustrophobic, cramped.
“Not that she'll probably spend a whole lot of time in here, at first.” More than likely, Leah's separation anxiety would rear it's ugly head again. “I hope Mari doesn't get too jealous of all the attention Ana will get...”
Breathing a sigh, she laughed sheepishly and reached up to comb her fingers through her hair. “Sorry. Endless list of worries are coming out now. We should get started here. I need to be busy.”