So since our lives will be changing pretty drastically here any day now (hear that Baby? ANY DAY NOW!) we've continued to fill every spare second with something we know we won't be able to do for a while in the future... well, very easily anyway. Or, very spontaneously.
Saturday was supposed to be a lazy day. It was supposed to be a stay-at-home-and-get-things-done-around-the-house sort of day. Sam was going to organize the garage, I was gonna catch up on laundry. Ya know... standard Saturday activities.
We sat in bed until around 10 (when will we EVER be able to do this again??), eating breakfast and watching the news and thinking about what we could do for fun. Next thing I know, Sam is looking up Blazer playoff tickets on Craigslist and finds a deal we couldn't pass up. In a matter of 15 minutes, we were Portland bound flying down I-5 trying to make 12:30 tip off. Crazy.
We didn't think the Blazers had a chance, but thought a playoff game would be a blast anyway. Neither of us had ever been to a playoff game and thought it would be fun. Much to our surprise, Brandon Roy was suited up and looked like he would be playing... just EIGHT days after knee surgery. It was incredible and somehow the Blazers pulled off the win. The energy in the Rose Garden was electric. So much FUN. (Thanks for going with us on such last minute notice Jodi and Jason!!)
I took quite a few videos of the game, but it doesn't come close to capturing how loud it was in that building. It was nuts. This is one of my favorite clips. I love you Steve Nash, but I'm sorry... this was not your game.
39 Week Update
We had our 39 week appointment on Thursday. Baby Boy doesn't show any signs of coming any time soon. I actually committed to another week of work this week (why? why? why??) and we set up a date to be induced, if it comes to that. 41 Weeks. Cinco de Mayo. Yup... Mexican food it up, then head to the hospital for a late night induction. Let's just hope he decides to come on his own before then.
My belly has gotten pretty big, and I'm starting to think about what it's gonna take to get him out. I kinda hoped he would come early and just be a little guy... but now I have all these thoughts (nightmares!) of pushing out a little monster.
Ah well. I suppose this is the first of many many things to come with having kids, and experiencing things that are beyond my control. Oh boy.
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