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Today I hit 13 weeks, so more of the books now agree that I'm in my second trimester. I'm feeling good, I'm feeling optimistic, risk of pregnancy problems has dropped, things are great. Today is also my birthday. So you would think that I would have had a good day, right? But then Brett Favre had to step in and ruin it for me. All day, I was fielding emails and calls from family and friends in Wisconsin, saying things like, "Did you hear that Favre is retiring?!? Oh yeah, and happy birthday."

So, once and for all, here is my status: Yes, I heard about Brett Favre's announcement. Yes, the guy's been "my" adored quarterback since I was in high school in Wisconsin, where the Packers are the state religion. Yes, I'm sad that he won't be playing any more. What makes me even more sad is that, just as I'm feeling more confident that we're actually truly going to have a baby in 6 months, it hit me that our baby will never see Brett Favre play football. I actually shed tears over this fact today. And then I felt really stupid, because seriously? I'm crying over football? I have heard that pregnant women are often irrationally emotional, so I could just chalk it up to bizarre hormonal sentimentality. But honestly, this is the first time that I've cried since becoming pregnant, so I feel really foolish that I've kept things in check only to lose it over the Green Bay Packers. But there you have it. Little Barack will never get to see Brett Favre play football. And for whatever reason, that makes me really sad.