As mentioned before, October 30th, two weeks before our daughter is to arrive, Lee and I are going to the Professional Bull Riding World Finals at the Thomas & Mack Center. I have been specifically instructed NOT to go into LABOR at this event, because Lord knows when Lee will EVER get to go to another one.
Funny as it sounds, I actually adore the PBR- something about the smell of the dirt, sweat and cow poop seems to bring out the friendlier side of Las Vegans. Not to mention the $35 million dollars worth of revenue it brings to our economy every year....ka-ching.... It is also the one place I will let Lee get drunk and chew tobacco (disgusting I know) without complaint- hell, half of the women there are doing the same thing so....when in Rome, I guess.
Regardless of my adoration, the event is TWO weeks before Hailey is supposed to pop out and the Thomas and Mack is not exactly prenatally friendly, with their nine billion staircases. I can see it now.... I stop halfway down the stairs to our seats and just as Chicken on a Chain (yes, actual bull name) bucks off whatever neck braced rider, some old woman will yell "THAT GIRL'S HAVING A BABY!!!" and my grimmacing face will replace the snot slingers on the jumbo-tron. and a hush will fall over the crowd...God help me if the deejay plays the Charlie Daniels' Band as I deliver my daughter...Lee will probably swallow the large wad of chew in his mouth and look around for someone to tell us what to do... but the only person who comes to aid is the rodeo clown in green shorts and face paint, that we'll have to name as honorary godfather....How deliciously country would it be if I did have her on the first night of the PBR? I bet I could somehow work in lifetime boxseats for our family if I could make that happen.... probably get a spot on Oprah.... well maybe not Oprah but DEFINITELY the Bonnie Hunt Show...(note to self... get extra Aquanet and shave legs prior to PBR incase Justin McBride has to deliver baby...)
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