May 26, 2010 by Shannon
More than a million ticket holders for U2′s 360 Tour are adrift, upon hearing the news that the entire North American leg is on hold.
Not this fan.
I am overjoyed! Relieved! Positively giddy! I have tickets to see them in Seattle, and now I’ll have to see them sometime in 2011! Hooray!
Oh, I should back up. Here’s why I’m so happy: the date for that Seattle show WAS June 20. One month and four days before my due date. I bought the tickets for us and another couple back in early November, and was so excited to see U2 in concert for the sixth time! Then I thought about how June was such a long way off. I thought about how the concert was eight months away, which was almost as long as a pregnancy. A pregnancy. Wait a minute, I thought to myself. A pregnancy? Could I be? Could I be one of the dumbest people on the planet who booked (expensive) tickets for a show that was eight months away without realizing she was pregnant? I ran to the bathroom and dug out the one pregnancy test left over from three years prior and sure enough – it was a faint yes, but definitely a YES. The next few minutes were a mix of excitement, doubt over whether or not I should trust a three year old pregnancy test that had been shoved in the back of a drawer and sheer panic.
So at my very first OB appointment, when the doctor asked if I had any questions, the very first thing out of my mouth was, “Can I fly to Seattle to see U2 in June?” His response was pretty laid back – something along the lines of, I can’t stop you from going. So I spent months thinking yeah, I’m going to see U2 while eight months pregnant. No problem.
Then I got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. (My belly needs its own zip code at this point.) Perfect strangers started commenting almost daily about how I looked like I was going to pop. I started to wonder if flying out of town four weeks before my due date was a good idea after all.
So like any well-intentioned, music loving parent would do, we asked the doc again about going to see our favorite college band in concert. This time, his answer was much more dire: “As your doctor, I can’t say that I’m a fan of the idea. The problem is, something could happen over there…” The more he talked, the more I knew we had a big decision to make.
As of last week, we made a giant pro/con list. The biggest pro? Seeing U2 would help take our minds off all the house stuff we’re currently mired in, and give us a chance to have some fun before Baby #2 is born. But the biggest con was one we couldn’t ignore: I could easily go into labor early, and seeing how pregnant I am the trip would not be that easy on me anyway. So we sadly told our friends to start asking around, to see if they knew of anyone who wanted to take our place.
Then Bono hurt his back.
I mean…I’m sad that he’s hurt, but PHEW. And then I got this glorious email in my inbox:
As they say in the biz, the show must go on. And the word is, this show won’t happen until 2011. Well AFTER my due date. So thank you, Bono. Take all the time you need to recuperate. I’ll be ready for next year.
And I won’t be pregnant, either. Promise.