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A playoff towel pillow????? OMGosh does it get any better!! I'm so jealous!!! OH wait...I do have the softest Canucks snuggi in the world. My stepson gave it to me for Christmas and yes I use it during every game! LOL

I'm thinking that game 5( I don't want to be too cocky and say we'll win the Cup in 4) should be around the end of your 2ww.. I think is definitely a great sign!!!
Although should the Canucks win and you end up pregnant with twin girls you'll have to name them Henrika and Danielle. bwwhahahaha


such the sign. confetti. balloons. high fives all around.

Now THAT is a pillow.

Geek. ;) (What *is* the teasing sports equivalent of "geek?")

I think Heather is looking for "fan-atic"

Thinking strong baby thoughts and sending hope for your growing family. Thank you for sharing the journey

Yes, I agree, definitely a sign.

I'm totally going to game 5...you know if there is one and if I can get tickets. So excited to see a Stanley Cup game in real life!!!

Doesn't your little pillow look AT HOME tucked in the corner there. whatever you did for Game 1 please repeat!!!!! It is very fun to be a canuck fan here right now. Glad you liked the pillow... xo

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