Last night Hoby and I are lying in bed talking about the days when I was pregnant and I remembered the time when I went into false labor at Target (read the story here). So Hoby says, "Oh yeah, that time when you got Rickets?" And I say, "That's BRAXTON HICKS, honey, not RICKETS."
I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
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