Damnit Colts.
Damnit, damnit, damnit.
After my anxiety attacks and mild heart attacks during the Colts/Jets game tonight, the outcome sure didn't help matters much.
Oh well, I'm drowning my sorrows in Tylenol (yeah another headache, imagine that!) and and a Pizza Palace sub.
There's always next year. Hopefully Bob Sanders will last a few more hours next year. : |
So 16 weeks today, and I'd like to officially confirm that I've been feeling movement. Nothing major and nothing intense, but those awesome little butterfly feelings in the lower part of my stomach.
Maybe it's just the babys way of saying, "Thanks for the awesome menu choices here lately mom. And *%#^ the Jets."
:)
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