So I’ve never actually watched that show, but I always found the premise to be somewhat sketchy. How do you just NOT KNOW that you’re pregnant? Wouldn’t something of that nature be, um, a little obvious?
Well, friends, I can now say with confidence that I, Audrey Flack, have successfully gone through almost the entirety of the first trimester having NO IDEA THAT I WAS PREGNANT.
Starettes show, complete with grueling tech week rehearsals followed by hour-long drives home, a baby with stomach flu sitting on top of me at 2 am and vomiting in my face (yes, that actually happened) and early-morning daycare drop-offs? Yep, pregnant then.
High school reunion, during which I drank gin and tonics basically the entire evening? Pregnant then, too.
In retrospect, it is hard for me to fathom how I did NOT imagine that I was pregnant, given that I experienced all of the following:
a) Unexplained and bizarre cravings (rationale: I’m dancing nonstop! I need protein)!
b) Exhaustion (rationale: I’m dancing nonstop! Followed by: It’s the holidays!)
c) Barfing (rationale: my coffee creamer must have gone bad!)
d) Sleeping a lot (my rationale: Family visits are exhausting! It’s the holidays!)
e) Too-tight pants (my rationale: I’ve stopped dancing and am still eating like a pig! It’s the holidays!)
f) Receiving RANDOM CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING PREGNANT from strangers (My responses: (1) be uber-pissed, (2) vow to dust off my Insanity workout DVDs. (In the new year, of course. It’s the holidays!)
Basically, everyone knew that I was pregnant except for myself. I am pleased to inform you all that I am now aware of this fact. Hopefully I have not traumatized my future progeny beyond all recognition.
And guess what? I’m almost done with the first trimester! Less time to wait to find out the gender! Morning sickness is almost over! Really, this whole being-so-hopelessly-out-of-touch-with-oneself thing is turning out to be a pretty good deal.
And now, please to enjoy some charming photos of bebe numero uno himself. He has recently adopted many of my favorite activities, including yoga:
And eating too much Mexican food:
Still working on the baby breakdancing training. It. Will. Happen.