Wisdom from my walk

Well Our Town went out with a big bang, we sold out of tickets for both performances this weekend, and I must admit they were damn good performances, even my crew listened to me!! And we had a record strike of only about 1 hour. So then we headed to the cast party and it was okay. I think I needed a drink, and well I couldn’t have one. I had a rough night and well I could have used something. As if being pregnant isnt enough to mangle your emotions, having to look at barbie doll typish women wearing almost no clothing all evening is a little depressing. Okay I realize I am supposed to gain weight, and heck I am doing good at only having gained about 8 pounds in 5 months so I should be thrilled but knowing that I used to look that good is hard to cope with, no matter whose fault it is, okay I may eat too many cookies, but damnit I’m entitled to eat too!! Just joking. It’s worse though when you know your husband can’t keep his eyes of certain women, and heck I must admit I could see why, if you are wearing thigh high skirts and knee high leather boots sure you are gonna get someones attention, but when hanging out with mostly married and underage people why bother unless you are one of those types. But oh well. I know who I come home to at night, so I guess for other people they do what they must to get someone to come home with them. At least I will have a goal to lose weight in five months, for right now I dont really have a choice. So hopefully my husband is one of those guys who gets turned on by pregnant women, and so far so good, but I must admit I can’t imagine how I will be when I get really fat, I myself wouldnt be attracted to a cow so why expect someone else to be? Well I guess I can live for a few months of being fat, but after that I think I will work a lot harder at losing the weight. Cause even more than I hate women who looks like barbies, I hate women who have four kids and look like popsicle sticks. But I guess this is all just pregnancy hormones talking ,but if I didnt write or say something I would cry myself right into a bowl of peanut butter ice cream…….

Our Town opened Friday night, and since it was my first time Stage Managing I was a tad scared. And to top it all off Dean wasn’t planning on being there cause he wanted to go to this conference at church, which is understandable but we had been depending on him to run the second spotlight. So Dean decided to help us out and didnt go to church, something for which I will be forever grateful! Show went well Friday and the Saturday matinee went well except for having a few, okay 3 people, missing from our tech crew. But we worked it out. But the worst was Saturday night, the breaker kept tripping and we kept losing the spotlight, which we needed to spot the interpreter who was signing the show. And the sound cues weren’t stacking right and to top it all off my stage crew decided to get bitchy with me and gosh darnit I let them have it right back. Even before that show started I told all the kids in the cast that if I got another complaint about one of them they were out for next weekends shows. I was getting taken advantage of since I was so new to the show and I decided to just not put up with it. So with the help of Dean’s intimidating and very boisterous voice we managed to calm down the kids and I had enough courage to give the asst director some choice words of my own when she gave me lip. Yet despite that she ended up still disobeying the directors orders so who knows. I hate teenagers! Well, not all of them, just one in particular! So all in all it was a good opening weekend. And despite all the problems with last nights show we ended up having a great audience. They didnt laugh as much as the matinee audience but we had to set up extra chairs! So hopefully after having a few nights off my crew and cast will be where they need to be on Wednesday for brush up….

This is tech week for my show I am working on, and I have never stage managed before and I am loving it. Sure I didnt get to bed til 12:30 am and had to get up before 7 am this morning but all for the love of theater. Actually my job has been somewhat difficult seeing as I only started on the show last week and dont know the script well but it is getting better. I feel bad for Dean because I know he really doesnt like working with mediocre groups but considering I am such an amateur I feel that is where I belong. But I was so thrilled that he spent last night at rehearsal helping out. Ussually it is his show and I get dragged along, this time I had to beg him to come help cause I know they need someone as good as him to help out. It was nice to look over and see him working, plus he can nudge me along and tell me what I need to do. I sure hope we find out if he is going to Scranton soon, I was talking to a co-worker and she said that if he goes now he wont be back until I am 8 mos pregnant, and before , when we put in for him to go, it was no big thing cause I would only be 7 mos but that extra month is there makes it sound scary. I mean by then I may not be able to work or I could even have the baby early. I mean the same could happen at 7 mos but to say 8 mos that is somewhat pushing it. I want him to go because I know he needs a work change soon or he may breakdown and quit or something and who’s to say he wont anyway, but I think this is what he needs to give him a break but this waiting to find out is just too stressful. Well I need to take a cat nap before rehearsal or Caleb might get grouchy, or rather , I might get grouchy with Caleb!

Shortly after we discovered I was pregnant I wrote my father a letter telling him he was going to have another grandchild and I made sure to give him our current address and phone #. I did this so he wouldn’t come back to me and say I never told him and he heard it from someone else. Well to say that I expected a letter or phone call in return would mean that I am ignorant of who I am dealing with here. This is my father we are talking about, a man who since I was the age of six, and even before that I am sure, was and still is incapable of showing any emotion or concern for his children or much less anyone else in the world. So I wrote the letter with little to none expectations from him. So I thought seeing as he will still be our child’s grandfather that it would be best to once again try to contact him about the news that he would have a grandchild. This time I was finally able to reach him by phone, and luckily I did seeing as he is moving tomorrow and I have and still do not have forwarding info on how to reach him. So point is, I talked to dad today. I told him about the baby and he seemed a little excited but mostly wanted to talk about his life and once again spoke of how he should come visit, this time he has goals though, like coming in April and he seemed more real about it this time, so maybe that letter I wrote got through to him somehow emotionally. But alas, I was reminded as I hung up that yes, I was the one who said I love you first and will remember how mumbled his response was, but even so I know he means well and that indeed, he is still my father whom I love and always will love and I only pray that somewhere in that little heart of his he will never stop loving me back even if he never does show or even let me know. I am grateful to have such a great step father and father in law that one would think not having dad as a real dad would be enough, but now I think it means more to me to have him around or at least be in contact with him. I think being pregnant and knowing that my child may never know his grandparents that well hits me really hard. I remmeber how little I got to see my extended family due to my parents divorce and I know how it affected me, so it is so much more important to me that my child knows of and is contact with his near and dear relatives as much as he can even if we are miles away. I no longer blame my parents for what happened when I was growing up and I will never understand their feelings completely, but I must admit for once that I have forgiven them both and was suprised that even my mom thought it important I reach my dad with news about the baby. And even more significant was the fact she said she was proud of how I was dealing with his continual lack of commitment( not in those words, but I know what she meant) and she said she was glad I have learned to deal with him and said that God will bless me for doing right and loving my dad even if I dont get the same back. So maybe after all these years at least one of them has forgiven the other……….

I have been up and down all night, I think I have either been having cramps again or Caleb is moving. Everyone keeps asking me if I’ve felt him move yet and well since I dont know what it should feel like I just say no. But I keep getting twinges of pain here and there and sometimes sharp sudden pains and I just blame it on his growing but I dont doubt some of it is him moving, especially after seeing him be so active on the ultrasound. I have tried to be so careful since the ultrasound about what I do. If I get a cramp, or whatever it is, I try to lay down or just practice my breathing. I feel like I have to be so much more careful with my body now that I know he is really in there, complete with all of his organs just a little small right now. But all night long I have been cramping and it is really scaring me. I dont know what it is from and I dont even know if it is just my stomach, like constipation or gas or something, or real cramps. I mean I have always had stomach problems and I am probably just confusing the pain now with something else. And I know the dr said to call if I have cramps but I dont want to call and then find out it is just gas or something. I wish I knew what was going on with my body, it is scary and I dont know what else to do but stay in bed and relax. All this stuff is exhausting anyway. Dean said he didnt realize how exhausting being pregnant makes you until he read someone elses journal about how from the time she got pregnant she started to realize she couldnt do as much and would start going to bed earlier and earlier. It’s nice to know that now he wont think I am lazy, just pregnant. I was always so tired in the first few months. Now I can get through the day and be ok to do some things at night, but if I give myself a chance to lay down well then I am in for the night. So I have more energy now, but not tons. I am glad he read that though so now he wont get frustrated when I am soo tired all of the time. Speaking of which, I am getting sleepy again, all this being up and down all night doesnt help either!

So after going to the dr, the hospital and to get Chinese for lunch I finally made my way home to follow drs orders for bedrest. And as Dean says that means no cleaning or doing laundry. I hated it! There was tons to be done, but oh well, any excuse is a good one to not do work. By the time I crawled under our nice warm comfortable I finally realized how exhausted I was. A combination of stress and excitement had worn me out. I slept all of Thursday afternoon and only got up in the evening to go eat dinner and go to rehearsal for Our Town. Then on Friday I slept all day, well I lied, I did fold one basket of laundry but I needed something to wear since we were going out to dinner with Melanie and Aaron. So I slept all day except for when I was folding clothes and watching ER and Law and Order reruns. Then we went out to dinner and to watch Unbreakable. It was a great movie, very well done if I must say so myself.

Oh yeah, the ultrasound showed that I didnt have placenta preview and so everything was fine! We just need to watch to make sure it doesnt happen again and if it does we deal with it then.