I capped off a relatively happy and uneventful week with one of my last burlesque shows as a pregnant lady. We did a bunch of high-impact/energy numbers which definitely took its toll afterward as I panted in the dressing room. It’s official – I don’t think I should be can-can-ing anymore!
We have two more shows in April, but we’re just doing one number in each and it’s not too high-impact, so I think I should be fine. But…my stomach seems to have exploded because suddenly I Seriously Look Pregnant. We altered the costume for April’s shows to cover my belly, but still. I’m not feeling burlesque-y in the same way as I used to, so I’m glad that I won’t be performing much longer.
Otherwise week 18 was pretty relaxed. Saw my midwife again and heard the baby’s heartbeat – this time it was super syncopated and sounded like the bass line of a rap song. I felt a few flutters that seemed like it could be Baby Movement, but nothing much.
Oh, and I ate an entire jar of peanut butter. And it was DELICIOUS.