Monday, November 14, 2011

Come oh Baby, come.

I have been officially banned from playing volleyball.

It was my Man who banned me. After weeks of off and on saying he wasn’t so sure about me diving all over the sand as pregnant as I am, he finally pulled the trigger. Dropped the guillotine. Ruined my life! (just kidding)

I tried the remember-not-to-dive method. Didn’t word. Every time I’d run and jump and land on my hip, I would think, “Oh yeah... I wasn’t supposed to do that...”, and do it again about four minutes later. We have a two-month long rec league going, and I got some hard stares and an older woman (on the other team) nicely reprimanding me with a worried look on her face that I have two people to think about now, after I slid across the floor for a ball or two (and saved them!!).

One game on the sand, I remembered not to dive/fall/jump/roll each time there came a reason to. Of course, this messed up my playing entirely, as I couldn’t save nearly anything from losing us a point. Not fun.

Although I’m sad that he banned me from the only sport I play, I am flattered that he’s worried. Makes me feel like his girl. He doesn’t worry about much.

At eight months, the time is near. I have constant contractions/Braxton Hicks 24/7 (and right now...), the baby is so strong it can kick and literally pick up the computer if it’s resting on my belly. My little mini athlete is trying to bust out of it’s confines. I am greatly looking forward to my baby. I am also greatly looking forward to running fast and light as a feather, and playing volleyball again. And if I work on my shooting, I’ll be joining my man on the basketball court.

Don’t be surprised if I post a picture of our baby here soon. My instincts tell me that it is coming... quickly.

Friday, November 11, 2011

You may be wondering if our lives evolve around volleyball and volleyball tournaments. Really, they don't.
I just happened to marry a guy who is extremely skilled in the area. And when that guy and I were falling in love, it was mainly on the local sand volleyball court. And that guy's parents took me under their wing and taught me how to play.
With that said... last Saturday Clint played in another tournament. It's always entertaining to watch and inspires me to try harder when I'm playing to do the things I know I can do, but just aren't getting done. Like setting well consistently. My nemesis.
Walking back onto the court...
I always get a thrill out of seeing Clint with his hat on backwards. It reminds me of all the times he'd come driving up on his four-wheeler in the summertime to the court with it on like that. He always looked so cute... and I still have a weakness for it. Even after my long time of being married. (*wink*)
About to serve... I saw that guy eating in the background and deciding to break the no-food-in-the-gym rule myself...

High-fiving after a game
This morning I left the house at 8:20. It was 33 degrees. I just thought I'd let you all know that.