Ready to pop
At nine months’ pregnant, I was more than ready for my baby to come. My doctor was an enthusiastic proponent of dancing, having performed “Be Our Guest” for me and my daughter, complete with a can-can routine (wish I had that one on video!). He suggested that I dance in order to kickstart labor. I didn’t take it seriously, and as gi-normous as I felt (I told my friend I felt like a combo of a beached whale and bloated toad), the last thing I wanted to do was dance.
Yet as my misery grew with each passing day, my doctor’s suggestion became more appealing. We wondered which dance I should do: the Macarena, perhaps? The Rocky Horror Time Warp? But the Pee Wee Herman Tequila dance won hands down.
I did the dance, as you can see below. A few hours later my water broke, and my baby boy was born the next morning!