I wouldn't call myself a superstitious person at all, but I was really worried about giving birth on the 13th! Every seven years there'd be a Friday the 13th birthday. And you know once you say something like "oh I have a really strong immune system, I don't usually get what every one else has" and then a couple days later you're sick? Had that happen just a few months back. Anyway I had said "I really hope he's not born on the 13th" more than once. So when the 13th came I was a little nervous that I might have jinxed it. So I wake up on the 13th to 4 missed calls from my mom... which is not like her at all. Apparently she thinks I'll forget to call her if I go to the hospital. Anyway, four missed calls just making sure I wasn't in labor. After those calls AND me saying I didn't want to give birth on the 13th I decided it would be best for me to camp out and do photoshop tutorials and watch movies and move as little as possible!
Now we've made it past the 13th and I'm more than ready for him to come! Let's get moving Carter!
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