Unplugged

Before I write another word, I want to give you one last chance to abandon ship. Don't say I didn't warn you. Twice.


I lost my mucus plug yesterday. Where could it be? Not in my cervix, that's for effing sure. This all occurred right before I left to pick up Dr. SOB to go to the Flyer's game for his birthday. The net effect of this was that I was totally distracted and barely watched the game. And I wanted to talk about it all night, which I'm sure the other folks in section 109 rows 20-22 did not appreciate. So basically, this doesn't really mean anything other than my body is preparing for labor, which I already figured out. However, it pretty much sealed my fate as to getting any loving for the next 8-10 weeks. The Dr. and I shared an 'intimate moment' the evening before, and now he is convinced that this is all his fault.

In other exciting news, today is my last day of work! If I wasn't pregnant, I would totally get wasted off my head tonight. As it is, I'll be excited if I can stay awake long enough to watch Scrubs. Let the fun begin!

P.S. Happy Birthday Chrissie! Sorry to write about gross stuff on your birthday!