Sunday, September 21, 2008

Hot Dogs and Beer

I am not aware of statistics, if there are any, but I have found the minute you begin to think that you just can't get pregnant, and you decide to relax and have a beer or a hot dog(pregnancy no-no's) that is of course when you discover you are pregnant...
I found out that I was pregnant on a Monday morning around 6 am. The previous weekend we had gone to Cooperstown to see Bruce Sutter and a bunch of Negro League players get inducted into the Hall of Fame(beer and hot dog #1) the following night we were back in Boston for a Dixie Chicks concert(beer and hot dog #2 and #3). Then by Monday I had a positive result and began worrying that I just caused a severe problem for my unborn baby...

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