Dear God.
May I never meet my mucous plug.
Amen.
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8 comments:
It's not THAT scary :D
Our friends announced the start of their labour after looking a little funny on our couch, then going to our downstairs bathroom to discover the mucus plug. Even they looked shocked and traumatised.
Ummm.... sorry babes. Me thinks that's one prayer God is gonna say no to. ;)Heh.
I had to google that.....eeek!
You guys are so funny!
GROSS! NIKKI!!!!
It's like someone laid an egg on your couch.
*shudders*
p.s: remind me never to sit there.
Oh!
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