The countdown

There's a song that's always played at Cougar Basketball games. In fact, it's really overplayed at Cougar sports - I think we play it at volleyball and football too. The pep band plays it after player introductions, right before tipoff. They play it over the sound system when there are only minutes (or seconds) to go in the game, and somebody calls a timeout. You guessed it: it's The Final Countdown. (link is to some goofy college guys with their air band in a dorm room - pretty funny)

Anyway, in my line of work, I hear this song a lot. And right now, I think it applies to the baby I'm hefting around all over town. It's the Final Countdown, alright. That noise you hear? That's the timer going off on this bun in the oven! On Friday I (the baby?) will officially be "full term."

Jeremy took this photo of me last Friday night, before he took me to the Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival concert. The music was AMAZING. But I was sitting on a hard bleacher for 3 1/2 hours and got pretty uncomfortable. We got home at 12:30 a.m. I haven't seen 12:30 a.m. in MONTHS. Maybe a year. I feel so old.

So anyway, since the baby could technically come any time, the nursery is about done. I took some pics. Here ya go!

The blue accent wall:

I'd say this is my favorite thing in the nursery right now - we found a BEAGLE nightlight, in the exact colors that we decorated the nursery. I felt so releived we could include Reggie in the baby's room! Don't mind the poorly painted outlet - we didn't do it. :)