I am getting ready to go to Tampa on Friday. I am going to see U2 in concert which is one of my most favorite things to do. I see them whenever they tour and I usually cry at the show because it is such an amazing experience. My hubby has never seen U2 live so I am very excited to introduce him to the most fly concert known to man (or woman). What's crazy is that when I had the false positive pregnancy test back in April (and actually thought I was preggers for 24 hours) I counted out the months to see how far along I would be for the concert...about 6 months. I was EXCITED because I could tell my child and anyone else who wanted to know, that his or her first concert was U2; that we truly, in every sense of the word, experienced the show together. Sounds kinda ridiculous right? I guess when you are pregnant or think you are pregnant or are even just thinking about being pregnant you plan things for your baby. You want them to have the most amazing experiences, the best of everything, a life filled with breath taking moments. So I guess that is where my mind was back on the Easter Sunday morning as I checked off the months on the calender.
Even though I am not with child and can't mark this as 'baby's first concert' I am still entirely out of my mind excited for the show, and the good news is (yes I can drink) but the good news is that I get to experience the concert with the father of my, our, someday baby.
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