Thought I'd Gone for It, Didn't You?

Nope. Still here, still pregnant, despite Uncle T's furious screaming at the Pats less than amazing performance in the first three quarters of tonight's game. Thank goodness they ponied up in the fourth - I was a little afraid for T's heart.

L made some delish Pollo Pibil, and I brought him a belated birthday gingerbread cake, so we feasted well, despite the nausea inducing tension of the game.

I have to say, even I got a little worked up over this game. Usually I can knit right through a Pats game, and I admit, I had to put down the sticks and yell a few times.

No baby, though. So, more tomorrow.