Yeah Yeah, I had a baby…but the big news is the BRONCOS are going to the SUPERBOWL!!!

Unfortunately, when I posted “Superbowl!!!” as my FB status, many people assumed I was excited because Seattle was going…but if they paid attention to the timing of the post, I wrote it right after the AFC Championship game, before the NFC game.

I couldn’t ask for a better matchup. My favorite team playing my resident team. I’m admittedly not a true Seahawks fan yet. I like them and cheer for them since they are my “home” team, but obviously, when playing a team I care about (which only includes the Broncos and the Bears), they take second place.

But I have to comment on how fun it is that people around here are so excited. That being said, there is still a little quirkiness going on…like when my doctor said he doesn’t follow NFL football because they are all thugs and criminals…or how TH wore his Broncos jersey while jogging down the main street of our city the day after the playoffs and received no hoots, hollers or honks. The PNW doesn’t like to be predictable, I’ll give it that.

We have a tradition of going to Las Vegas for the Superbowl for a couple of reasons: 1) Because it provides a high energy atmosphere regardless of who is playing, so if we don’t care about the teams, we can at least participate in some fun bets and feed off the energy of other people cheering for a team; and 2) In an effort to get me to sleep with him in college, TH invited me to Superbowl XXXII Broncos v. Packers (you can see how it was pretty easy for him to make Trophy status), where we stayed in Vegas over the weekend and then flew to San Diego the morning of the game. It was my first ever Vegas trip and I was sold…I.Love.Vegas….so it’s kind of a tradition now.

But this year, due to the arrival of 3.0 we are staying in our fair Pacific Northwest city. This is great because we get to be around people and in a city where they are invested in the outcome as well (just the wrong outcome).

Oh and can I comment on all this Peyton Omaha business…it’s been so hard keeping my mouth shut. As noted in a previous post: Get right to the heart that matters…I state that Peyton Manning says Omaha a lot. He’s been saying it for years but it took until the playoffs for the media to make a stink and make Omahans sound unfortunate. “Omaha thanks Peyton Manning”? Let’s go easy on representing all of Omaha here (but real quick, the Omaha Steaks tweet was pretty funny). However, I just learned that a bunch of Omaha-based companies/businesses pledged to donate money to Manning’s charity, Peyback Foundation, every time he yelled “Omaha” or as he says it, “Oma-Ha!”. The result from the AFC Championship game was $24,800. Good on ya, Omahans! I like that they turned what I thought was stupid hype into a meaningful venture. And note, native Omaha peeps, that DJ’s Dugout (where Scorecard used to reside…shout out to all the B’nai Mitzvah parties held there in 1990…where I won MANY a hoola hoop contest) was among these major companies as a participant! Whether that was publicity to boost their patronage doesn’t really matter since money went to charity. I’d hands down go there to watch a game next time.

We could also talk about Richard Sherman, but I’d slap myself if I did because I’m so sick of hearing about it.

So, on to Superbowl XXMCLwhateverVIII…okay, XLVIII!!!

As my father-in-law would say…Go Donkeys.

Laughing out baby.

I’m so excited to announce the launch of 3.0. We had a baby girl! She came a little early which maybe threw off some schedules and plans but was a welcome surprise (as was that she was a girl since I was convinced there was a boy in there). When she came out, the doctor hadn’t even announced what she was when she held her up and I saw. So I believe I was the one to announce it when I said, “It’s a girl? Oh my gosh, it’s a girl!” I was seriously looking for a penis and just couldn’t find one.

I know blogging is supposed to be very personal and that’s why people are drawn to certain posts, but I’m actually going to refrain from the details of labor and delivery. It feels like such a private moment for me and TH that I just don’t feel right writing about it.

That being said, I can’t birth a child and not have at least one story I want to share.

When my cervix was complete and the baby had labored down, it was time to push. I cannot for the life of me remember what was said at that moment, but someone said something that made me laugh really hard. So have you ever laughed really hard and farted with each little exhale chuckle? Well, if you haven’t, I have to say, it’s quite possibly the funniest thing ever and leads to more laughing and more farting. Anyway, it’s been kind of an unfortunate theme with pregpocolypse #3 and even happened the night before I went into labor. Point of this is, sometimes when you laugh, it puts a bit of pressure on your lower abdomen and pelvic floor. And I unintentionally proved that theory. Whatever that person said right before delivery, they said it as my contraction was starting and I was told to push. I instead started laughing, which resulted in unintentional pushing and the baby’s head started to crown. I got nervous actually because I wasn’t doing what they said to do so I asked if everything was okay. The doctor’s response was beautiful:

“Go ahead, let’s laugh this baby out.”