When I was little my mom would tell us stories about my grandfather and Friday the 13th. He wouldn't go out or go to work or do things on a Friday the 13th. I think it was sort of a combination Irish thing and being a miner. Both the Irish and men who work in mines for a living tend to be a bit superstitious.
So, in tribute to my grandfather, I wore my four leaf clover today and told my husband it's not a good day to have the baby even though I am beyond ready.
Good luck today :o)
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