Couvade Syndrome

Couvade Syndrome is also known as sympathetic pregnancy. It happens in men whose wives are pregnant.   I think I’m having Couvade Syndrome.

During the show I became friends with my opposite’s wife who is now almost 8 months pregnant with her first baby.  She has been extremely generous with me (especially considering I kept kissing her husband!) and has really opened up her life to me.  Needless to say I am LOVING it – new friends make me awfully happy. 

Having never been pregnant there are certain things that I mourn:  the adorable maternity clothes (I know you got sick of them, but they are still stinking adorable!!), the kicks (what does that exactly feel like??), the sheer miracle of knowing there’s a life inside you!  And my dear friend has just let me right into her life to experience all those things alongside her.  When he kicks (it’s a boy!) she grabs my hand and places it on her belly no matter where we are.  She lets me rub her tummy every time I see her (and I’m sure she’s getting sick of it).  She has done the most amazing job of describing to me all the little insignificant details of being pregnant – everything from what it’s like to hear the heartbeat for the first time, to not being able to reach your legs to shave, to not being able to fit into a bathroom stall without bumping your tummy on the door.  I LOVE IT!!!

Meanwhile, I’m not sleeping well, my reflux is acting up, and I’m craving all kinds of random foods. 

I’m telling you:  Couvade.

Out of the Fog

Is it Wednesday?  I think it is.  We closed the show on Sunday, and I’ve been in a fog ever since.  So tired, so emotionally spent, so physically exhausted.  I lost my voice on Saturday and eeked by with the help of a steroid shot.  I am done for now.

But WHAT an experience.  The greatest friends, the most challenging music, moments of intense excitement and excrutiating fear, and all the endorphins I could stomach!!  I hate saying goodbye, so Sunday was particularly painful.  Some of these people I won’t see for months, and they’ve become my best friends.  I don’t know what I’m doing next, which is also hard.  My future is in someone else’s hands, and that’s not a comfortable place for me.  I HATE waiting, and it’s going to be a long one…August at least. 

I’ll get back to blogging once I get back to reality but since I seem to be void of original thought, any questions for me now that the show is over?  Not to be self-indulgent, I’m just empty. 

That’s me on the right, singing “I’m Not At All In Love” to the girls in the factory.

 

Fighting with Sid at the picnic…loved that dress!!!

 

Contemplating love…loved this vintage dress too – tried to buy it from the costumer but she didn’t go for it. 

Mommy of the Year

I picked Sweet Pea up from school yesterday and almost immediately noticed that something was amiss.  She was unfocused and talking non-stop.  I checked her assignment book to see what homework hour was going to be like and I found a note from her teacher explaining that she hadn’t been on task all day, and as such, had three extra assignments to do at home.

Ugh. 

I sat down with her to start the first assignment and it was literally impossible for her to stay in her seat.  She was all over the place, and I was getting more and more frustrated.  It took a few minutes, but then it dawned on me…

Did I give her medicine this morning?  I couldn’t remember doing it…I walked through the morning routine in my head and I couldn’t remember giving it to her.  I called Hubs and guess what?  He didn’t give it to her either.

Yep.  We sent our child out the door without the ONE THING she needs to get through the day successfully.  Imagine sending a diabetic child to school without their insulin.  That’s basically what we did.

I’m pretty sure that sealed my place as Mommy of the Year.

Tuesday Night at the Palace Lanes

I never went bowling before I got married, and neither did Hubs.  It was something we decided we just wanted to do together, after we were married.  Of course as soon as the wedding was over we hit the local bowling alley all the time…frame after frame, game after game.

And then we just sorta lost our initial interest in it.  You know how it is, something else comes up and you just don’t feel like heading down to the bowling alley AGAIN.  Maybe tomorrow night. 

I’d always heard that women get a renewed interest in bowling in their 30’s, but I didn’t really believe it would happen to me.  I mean, I was never the girl with my own shoes and ball and bag and stuff.  I just showed up, bowled my game, and went home.  Fun, yes, but no big deal. 

Until now.

A few months ago my friend Vaniqua invited us to join the Tuesday Night Bowling Club.  Now, lest you think there’s some kind of hanky-panky going on, this was simply a vow to bowl every Tuesday night.  I was sort of wishy-washy; I mean, do you really want this kind of thing clogging up the calendar?  But I agreed, mostly due to peer pressure and a vague feeling of competition with my girlfriends.

I came home and told Hubs about it…he was game, of course.  I mean, what man doesn’t like a midweek trip to the local Palace Lanes?  Little did he know…because for the love of all that is good in the world, I suddenly LOVE me some bowling.  I’m begging Hubs to take me for a game every night.  And some mornings.  And let’s not forget the occasional afternoon!  I’ve got  the shoes and the ball and the bag.  I want to play video games in the arcade first, and a round of pool afterwards! 

And I’m bowling 300 every time. 

Nothing to say…

I love y’all.  I really do.  At least a couple of you have contacted me to check on me since I haven’t been blogging.  To be honest, I just don’t feel like I have anything of value to say. 

Sweet Pea is doing very well after some med changes, although I’ve probably just jinxed myself into a night of hell for officially entering that into the blogosphere.

Hubs is dealing with the show the best he can…I imagine it must be very strange to see your wife onstage in the situations that befall me in this show.  It’s not his favorite, that’s for sure, but he’s dealing and I love him for it.

I am trying to be patient until all the theaters in town announce their seasons for next year.  Until then, it’s a waiting game and it’s driving me crazy not knowing what my options are and what my year might look like.  I’m a long-range planner, and right now the plans sort of stop in August.

I have nailed down my schedule for summer.  First we are going to Disney World - My dad is going to meet us there for a couple of days so I’m even more excited than I was before.  Then I’ll be directing four camps; two here in SATX, and two in Houston.  It’s going to be a very rough four weeks, but definitely worth it for the sake of our budget, if you know what I mean.  We are going to send Sweet Pea to spend some time in Colorado Springs with my mom, but we haven’t settled on an appropriate length of time yet.  (Mom wants her for the whole summer; Hubs thinks two weeks is plenty, and I’m somewhere in between.)

I’m reading a fabulous book:  American Wife.  It is a novel based on the life of Laura Bush.  I am LOVING it.  More details once I finish it, but in the meantime, pick it up if you see it in paperback.

Finally, I gave up bitching (sorry Dad!) for Lent, so anything else that has been on my mind or bugging me has sort of had to stay there, lest I break my promise.  It’s been good for Hubs, but hard for me, and harder for the blog.  Nothing like looking forward to Easter so you can be a B again!!  (Kidding, Dad, only kidding!)

So, you see what I mean? 

 BORING. 

Very, very boring.

I think I just put myself to sleep with this blog.  

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.