[note to self: add to this post a screen shot of some pregnancy material/jokes]
I talk about my life on stage and as such, I cannot wait to talk about being pregnant. It feels absolutely bizarre to not do pregnancy material. My husband, also a comic, and I are keeping running lists of jokes we want to try if all goes well.
On Wednesday 12/30, I will be 11 weeks pregnant. On January 11, we have two tests that will check for autism and Downs Syndrome. We will get the results on the same day. I may still end up getting an amnio after that to be sure. We’re planning to tell my husband’s family in February when we see them around his birthday, 2/3 (when I will be 16 weeks).
But I want to talk about it on stage now! These jokes have a shelf life and I want to take advantage! Miscarriage material never really worked!
I have mixed feelings about telling some people. Some coworkers, some members of our family. I dread the questions. I dread creating a registry. I dread explaining why I will not be having a baby shower. I dread strangers touching my belly and giving me unsolicited advice. I live and work in Manhattan. I’m constantly brushing up against strangers, which is bad enough. Add to that a changing body and pregnancy hormones and a general dislike for small talk and you’ve got one potentially seriously bitchy pregnant lady on your hands. I’m sorry/not sorry in advance, curious people!
We decided we wouldn’t put the news on social media. We want to be sensitive to folks who can’t or won’t have kids. My miscarriage timed out perfectly with our friends posting pictures of their kids’ first day back to school. I unfollowed a lot of people during that time. It was too hard.
I remind myself that I only have to go through this once. We don’t intend on having another child after this one, as I will be almost 40 on my due date. I technically could have another kid but do we really want to be chasing around two toddlers in our forties? Nope. Hat’s off to folks who have that kind of energy.