YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances in cyberspace* We are TOP of the league, we are TOP of the league!!!
Forgive me but I have to celebrate. I cannot remember the last time my beloved Liverpool FC were top of the league. Just before last night's match, Dear Hubby and I agreed that we would settle for a draw but most likely, Chelsea would win the match.
So when our goal went in courtesy of the oh-so-cute Xabi Alonso, I was still in hands-covering-eyes mode. But Dear Hubby had leapt up, shouting, "GOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!" and my first reaction was, "Really? Are you sure???" I only started shouting along when I saw our players celebrating. I permitted myself a very gentle victory dance at the end of the match. Is this why I woke up with major leg cramps today?
I am 38 weeks pregnant today and Dear Hubby said this week would be a good time for our Little Monkey to be born because then we can tell him that he was born when we were top of the league.
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