39 weeks, 3 days. But who's counting?
OK, I'll admit it, I am.
But so far, to no avail. I just returned from the doctor who reported that there are no signs whatsoever that this baby has any intention of leaving my body. Ever. (OK, I added that part). But since she seems to be the right size and perfectly healthy, this is not yet a problem. (For her, at any rate!)
Well, on the positive side, it looks like I'll make it to Joey's Superbowl tomorrow. Go Rebels!
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GOOD LUCK IN THE SUPER BOWL JOEY!! WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU AND JEFF IS SOOOO JEALOUS!! Remember to just leave it all on the field, hold nothing back and no matter what happens you will have no regrets.
Oh yeah... good luck to you too Suz!!! :-)
If you decide to drop the baby at the football game remember to yell Touchdown! You will definately get the game ball.
I have been counting with you.
Good luck to Joey, but as far as I'm concerned he is already a winner in all the ways the really matter. He has always been and is a great kid. You can't help but be proud of him.
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