I've Never Been a Cheerleader

{field of dreams}

That time of year is upon us.

Softball season #4!

It's pretty low-key.

{until the championship...which we are. The champions, that is}

Yesterday, the pitcher was holding a beer and eating a hot dog. and pitching.

This is where amazing happens, people.

I did have a moment of weakness.

Being pregnant doesn't mean you live under a rock, I said.

You should feel alive. Do some normal competitive life stuff.

Bat. Run. Catch things.

I can make a double-play and grow a human at the same time. What.

And then one of our teammates collided with another player.

Concussion. Ambulance. Loose teeth. The works.

Moment of weakness gone.

P.S. Both players were back on the field yesterday. With all of their teeth.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}