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Miracles and Marinara

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Now that I shared our great news, please allow me to share something that happened a couple weeks ago, that says a lot about pregnancy.

I was in the pickup line at the end of the school day. Waiting to get the schooligans is usually one of my favorite times with the little kids, but not this day. I had a headache, and it was a little hot in the car. The kids were singing, and I started to feel nauseous. It was raining pretty hard, so I couldn’t put the windows down for fresh air. The line wasn’t moving, and I started to feel a bit desperate.

I’m going to get sick in here, I thought. I rummaged around for a plastic bag or bucket or diaper or basically anything (in case you’re feeling like I’ve got it together, I’ll be sure to post soon about the ridiculous state of my vehicle).

And then it hit me. I knew with every fiber of my being that if I could just get home and eat marinara sauce straight out of the jar, I would be fine.

I could not make this stuff up. The soothing thought of COLD PASTA SAUCE and some deep breathing got me through that pickup.

And I was totally right. I got home, ate pasta sauce straight out of the jar, and instantly felt fine.

Don’t worry about the double-dipping – I threw the jar away the next day because it was suddenly repulsive.

It takes a lot of miracles coming together to make a baby. And, sometimes, a little marinara.

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What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve NEEDED when pregnant or gotten for your significant other??

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