Today is a big day in Indianapolis.
In case you have been living under a rock, tonight our beloved Peyton is coming home.
It may be the pregnancy hormones (okay, it more than likely is), but I have gotten emotional every time I’ve seen this promotion over the last week. Which, as someone who lives in the Indianapolis area, has been approximately 3 million times.
As I said on Facebook earlier today, I am a Colts fan. I am also a Peyton Manning fan. I am proudly wearing my blue today, but I will still cheer for my fantasy football quarterback who happens to be from Denver tonight (sorry Nathan, but you’re going down this week). There is really no good outcome for this game, unless I am proven right.
You see, when the NFL schedule was released earlier this year, I made my official “guess” as to when we would meet our dear daughter. Call it a premonition, or a dream, or even maternal instinct, but I always said that Courtny and I would be watching tonight’s game from the hospital.
My official bet has all along been placed on the morning of Oct. 21. Also known as tomorrow.
Do I think that it’s going to happen? Maybe.
Do I feel any differently than I did yesterday, or the day before? Not entirely.
Am I doing everything in my power to help speed this process along? Absolutely.
So, we’ll wait and see. Everyone cross your fingers and hope that I’m in intense pain during kick off.
For the record, Courtny’s official guess has always been Oct. 27. How cruel to subliminally “wish” for a pregnant lady to go late?!