Thank you all for your words of advice on the whole "not worrying" thing. I'm doing pretty well not worrying but I think it is because I am just exhausted and worn down from being out every night singing until 11:30 p.m. I mean, you KNOW if I had more time to think, I would totally be freaking out and doing hours of Internet research on cordocentesis, right? But no. I am normally HOURS into my nighttime sleep by 11:30 p.m. What do they think I am? Twenty-seven or something? Geez. Some of us old preggo geezers can't stay up past 10. And, that is after spending two hours on the couch, eating pickles and olives and watching TV. Certainly not standing around in dress clothes under hot lights belting out high Bs.
So, today, during our fourth concert, I almost barfed and/or passed out on stage. I couldn't decide which was more likely to happen. I had that sudden Wall of Nausea that seems to attack pregnant women with no warning. It came complete with some contractions, the sweats, the shakes and the dizziness. (I know. Wah. Poor me.) I was standing up there, in the midst of the orchestra and all the singers belting it out and I couldn't decide what to do. Sit down? Walk off stage? Just stand there and sway, waiting to barf? I chose the latter. Because I am gutsy. Actually, it was because I am not gutsy. Walking off stage would have been gutsy. I was paralyzed by the thought of doing that. I just couldn't do it.
The audience knows Carmina Burana is an exciting concert. I figured it might just get even more exciting. Thankfully nothing happened, but it was a terrible feeling. I don't think the bass drum player would have appreciated a mid-concert surprise.
And now, I'm considering playing the "pregnant" card and getting out of some of the singing this week. I went in on Friday because of all the Braxton Hicks contractions and my doctor did tell me I need to not be running around doing so much. But, I feel like a quitter if I do that. I am always the responsible one. I arrive early. I don't flake out. But, really.....I am not sure I can take another week of staying up late and standing for hours....But yet....I probably could. I am able to nap most days.
Do you think I should flake out for once? Or, do you think I should buck up, gird my loins and keep on going?
In other news:
Nothing. There is no other news. The end. Check back next week! I gotta go rustle up some green olives.
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