Belly Dellyma

Last night I had my second to last performance at Mezze. I am filled with mixed feelings about dancing. I love doing it. I'm proud of it. I like learning more and developing my skill. But if it might be not as good for me and my baby, I don't want to worry about it. Also, it would be nice to not have to worry about tired Fridays from late night Thursday performances. So here is what I have to decide: Do I perform? Do I take classes? Do I go to workshops?

I need to talk with my doctor some more, and yesterday I had a sonogram and got to hear the baby's heartbeat. That certainly makes it more real and I don't want to jeopardize anything. On the internet I see all kinds of information about how great bellydancing is for pregnant women. There are warnings about certain movements, but I can't find out at what stage those movements are taboo.

I haven't even learned my sword dance yet, so I don't want to stop. I'd like to be able to sword dance because it is a less high-impact dance. But it also isn't fair to have my boss/dancing partners take time to teach me when I won't really be available.

I think I have made up my mind to stop, but I'm not really happy about stopping. My husband wants me to continue, which is sort of weird because he doesn't seem very concerned about the baby's health.

It's funny that I'm more proud of the dancing than my "real job". Just because it is new? Or novel? Many friends and family came to the restaurant last night and it was great! It was a nice big audience, which really makes it more fun to dance. I'm so happy the people important to me saw how important the dancing is to me. I just hate going to bed at midnight and waking up for school the next day. Maybe if I weren't pregnant those Fridays wouldn't be so tough. The first couple of weeks I do recall that it was okay, but lately it's been torture! Mostly because my OM team (that made it to state, darn it) practices on Fridays and that makes for a super long day.

The marvels of modern medicine

Hail modern medicine and whomever it was that discovered that vitamin B6 plus half a unisom eases morning sickness. Unfortunately, I still feel like I'm in a hazey fog for most of the day. I did smile today when I realized that I only have one more day before spring break, and that day is a bowling field trip day.

I feel better about the dancing thing, basically because it will be a relief to not worry about how I'll feel on performance night and during the three hour rehersals. Now I just have to find out if I'm still obligated to do the workshops and women's festival in May.

With spring break coming up, I confess to a certain fantasy where I hop on a plane and visit my friends in sunny Florida for a few days.

Tears of a bellydancer

So yesterday I had my very first pregnancy doctors appointment. When the doctor came in and asked how I was, I burst into tears. Uncontrollably. I'm not even sure why...This just happens now. The appointment went well; not much happened. I'm having an ultrasound on Thursday just to make sure everything is okay. My hormone levels are high (no shit) which either means I have a rockin' healthy placenta, or twins (gulp). But when I asked him about my bellydancing, he thought I should stop. boo!

So tonight at bellydance class, my boss/instructor told me that I only have two more weeks of performance because she can't have me be unreliable. Which is true, but made me cry. Uncontrollably. I know it is probably best, especially since it made Fridays so hard for me and was added stress, but it also made me feel human again. And, my $200 costume will arrive just in time for me to NOT wear it. For like, a year. I am so sad.

The Maiden Voyage

Wow! Now I have a blog too. My friends will be happy. And I will have a forum for all my thoughts! (insert evil laughter) Mostly I'll probably just complain about stuff, but that seems to be pretty par for the blog course. Unless you're Jason, then you don't complain, you just blog about scuba and food.