Not the one pictured: that's the old mattress. Here's how you can tell:
a) This mattress is blue. There must be a twenty-first century mattress regulation dictating ivory as the only color.
b) You can tell this is the old mattress by the Ellen butt pit in the foreground and the Gary upper-body pit closer to the headboard by the pile of pillows wadded up in the corner. And don't tell me to flip my mattress; Gary has been forced to help with a yearly flip and he argues every year.
And guess what? Mattress-flipping is a thing of the past, too. I didn't believe it until the delivery guy showed me. Poofy side and board side. I had wondered why there were no straps on the sides.
c) This mattress is higher than the old one. Somehow, though, the fitted sheet fits exactly the same. Perhaps without the butt-pit it seems higher, but when it arrived I had to jump to get in. It scares Gary, frankly, and I am sure sometime tonight he will decide it must go back.