Convergence

As soon as we found out we were pregnant and due in late January, we joked about the possibility that the Steelers would probably make the Super Bowl for the first time since we met. We laughed at the idea ... there was no way it could happen, right? Not this year. Plaxico has left. Bettis and Staley were question marks. Big Ben looked iffy in the preseason. Surely we were safe.

Then it happened. Everything came together like a dream. The Steelers are there, and the baby is looking like he's going to be late.

My plan now? My hope in all of this? I would love to be able to watch the Super Bowl with my son. Sure, he won't ever have a hope of remembering what happened, but it would be so amazing to sit in our living room with my son next to me (perhaps wearing Steelers clothing?) while watching my team in the big game. It would be a fantastic time for us to bond. Just me and Amanda and the little guy, relaxing and watching and changing diapers. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now all we need to do is encourage the little guy to make an appearance within the next 10 days or so. (10 days! That's so near!).