I can tell you right now what my plans are for Superbowl Sunday……
I plan to meet Squirt. That’s right. I could care less about the game this year. I am anything but a Steelers fan and the Cardinals beat our beloved Eagles so really, what’s the point? The last few years the commercials haven’t been that entertaining.
So I decided that this year I’m going to shake things up and have a baby instead.
No, I do not have a C-section planned. Really, what doctor would ever do that on the day of the Big Game?
On the way into work this morning I had a chat with Squirt. I told her that I was officially giving her an eviction notice. As of Sunday she has to find a new place to hang out. I told her that her nursery is ready and waiting for her. That her big sister Rylee can’t wait to hold her and that her father and I just want to see her pretty face.
Her response? She kicked me in the ribs.