On Sunday, Joe and I headed to Rome for the Rome Braves game. We love minor league baseball, and we thought it would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.

However, we forgot our No. 1 rule is “no Sunday afternoon games” for precisely one reason: the heat. It was unbearable, especially since we had such fabulous seats right behind home plate. We ended up leaving around the 6th inning, and when we got home we noticed how burned my arms were. They were bright, bright red and incredibly painful.

Joe was not having a fun afternoon either. His eyes had been hurting him, and by the time we got home, he was having a hard time keeping his right eye open.

On Monday morning, we got up to head to my new OB’s office, and Joe’s eye was so full of gunk it was almost impossible to open. And I was rocking the Wal-Mart burn with my half red/half white arms. As we sat in the waiting room Joe said, “They’re not going to have this baby. They’re going to take one look at us and say, ‘You can’t be parents!'”

And wouldn’t you know it, but as soon as the doctor walked into the exam room he looked at Joe and then at me and said, “What happened to you guys??”

I told Joe it’s a good thing our baby wasn’t anywhere near being due. He/she would try to climb right back in! I promise, we really will be good parents even if we don’t look it sometimes!