Cause I’m religious like that…

Kat’s lil sis got some semi-bad news last week when she found out (***TOO MUCH INFORMATION ALERT***) her cervix is “on the small side of normal.” Apparently, according to Dr. Google, a small cervix carries an increased risk of second trimester miscarriage. (By the way, I should mention I have lil sis’ permission to post about this). (And I should mention I’m getting to the funny part really soon).

Anyway, at a loss to help in any other way, I told lil sis we would pray for her during grace at dinner that night. I didn’t say anything to the Pretend Husband, but I ended grace with “And please keep lil sis’ cervix from shrinking any further. Amen.” The PH said, “Amen,” blessed himself and then calmly said, “What’s that about?”

The next day, I emailed lil sis with the subject, “We prayed for your cervix!” and told her the story. She sent back a message that divine intervention must be working because she thought her cervix had stayed the same size. I sent back, “Don’t tell the PH, but tonight we’re praying for your vagina.”

I showed the PH the message (because I think I’m hysterically funny even if no one else does). That night, I ended grace with “And please bless lil sis’ pregnancy. Amen.” This time, the PH said, “Amen,” blessed himself and said, “I’m just glad you didn’t say anything about her vagina.”