Hi everyone, it's Lorraine here. Well, we painfully watched Notre Dame kill Army today. It was a rough one. Now, as we continue our day of football with OSU and Michigan battling it out, Lauren is throwing a few blocks and making a few tackles of her own inside my belly. If there was a referee here to see this, she would be penalized a “personal foul” for “unnecessary roughness." OUCH!
Though her hotel room is getting incredibly small at 36 weeks, it does not keep her from trying to make it her own comfy digs. While she’s enjoying her cozy and tranquil hotel surroundings, I’m getting socked and fluffed like an inadequate down pillow. She’s not calling for room service much but I better talk to the housekeeping staff ASAP. As for me, I’ve been searching for the ice bucket lately. I’ve developed a very bizarre affinity towards ice chips these days. I’m crunching and munching on them all the time. I suppose I’ll feel right at home in the hospital’s labor and delivery room as that’s all I get until this little munchkin decides to meet her check out time. Maybe she’ll decide to cut her trip short and check out early? Stay tuned.
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Lorraine, I typed something and it didn't go through.....this is just a test (before I start all over)
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