I've written about this a bit, but it bears repeating: working while pregnant is wonderful/challenging/wonderful.
I've logged more airline miles in the past few months, spent more time in trailers, more time on set, more time not at home than I ever would have imagined at this point in my pregnancy.
I can honestly say I've been so proud and grateful to continue my acting career at a good clip, all while expanding outward and getting some serious kicks from within. Again, this was one of my biggest fears about pregnancy – that it would limit or inhibit me from working. I've been so lucky to have a relatively peaceful pregnancy, and also to have remained relatively small, which has allowed wardrobe departments to disguise me.
Which I have mixed feelings about, for sure. I mean, okay, so there are certain roles I simply cannot play: Olympic athlete (Not that I would have anyway. Well, maybe for Curling), assassin (although wouldn't that be interesting?), military (at least not running with an assault rifle)...and more obvious parts that become a wee bit distracting when almost 8 months pregnant.
But then there are plenty of roles that it would seem, to me, shouldn't matter if I'm pregnant. Scientist? Great! Teacher? Yup. Lawyer? Absolutely. Forensics expert? Why not? And you do occasionally see examples of this. But it's rare.
For a TV show or film, insurance definitely enters the picture. I'm not surprised a film schedule might not want to gamble with a woman in the latter stages of pregnancy...anything might happen.
But, then – anything might happen to anyone.
Is pregnancy still seen as a liability? I think so. More and more celebrities are very public with their pregnancies, and we seem to love seeing their bumps (and criticizing them, too – ugh), but we still have a ways to go.
Recently, a casting director reached out to my manager about a role they were considering me for (always nice) but it was one of those that doesn't quite work with a big ol' belly...but the casting director said, But after she gives birth, she'll be right back at it, right??
My reaction was Jesus. Maybe. Maybe not. How the hell should I know that now? My body could need some serious recovery time, or, very possibly, I just might not give two fucks for awhile and focus on my children. The implication that it would be best if I just trampolined right back after 40 weeks of carrying a child (and also carrying one in my arms) came across as mighty archaic to me.
So, we'll see. I'm trying not to put pressure on myself to perform for anyone. My marriage, my family, will always be my oxygen mask. And yo – there's a reason they tell you to put that shit on FIRST.