I think I am losing my mucus plug through my nose. Sorry - sick
joke, I know. You know what else is a sick joke? Having a cold during the last
month of pregnancy.
I’m laying on the couch right now watching a football game
without Jason. He took Liam to Baltimore earlier today so that he can go to the
Ravens game tomorrow. I’ve probably never watched football on my own before, so
this is a first. But I have a personal stake in this Broncos/Patriots game. If
the Patriots win (and it’s looking like they will), the Ravens won’t get a
second home playoff game next week. And this means Jason and I don’t have to
have the conversation about whether he should go to Baltimore again to attend that
game or not. Our due date is still a bit away, but every bone in
my body thinks this baby is coming in January. I could be totally wrong of course,
but I don't want to tempt fate. So, I’m happy that Jesus isn’t helping Tim Tebow tonight.
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