Sometimes, being a pregnant person is exhausting.*
Thus far, my pregnancy has been pretty great – no morning sickness; some surprising hormonal moments but no breakdowns; some slightly odd physical things but nothing scream-worthy.
And I've been thrilled to be a working pregnant person. The entertainment industry is notorious for treating people who aren't white, male, and able-bodied with a kind of institutionalized disdain. I was curious (and a bit apprehensive) to see how being pregnant might affect my acting work.
So far, apart from not being able to audition to play a cop (I would be eight months pregnant for the shoot and even I can acknowledge that might be a bit distracting), my work life hasn't changed; in fact, it's been pretty damn great. Besides working regularly on TV and film stuff, I've also had a bunch of audiobooks to narrate, which Corey and I liken to going to a creative gym.
The energy issue is real. Sometimes it's as simple as feeling like I'm slowly running out of gas. Other times I will literally hit the wall. Must lie down. NOW. I guess growing a human life inside my body takes resources or something. Heh.
Plus, all this is happening while Corey and I are parenting an infant. Sometimes I forget that not all pregnant women also have a baby. So I'm even more grateful for a relatively easy pregnancy – I cannot imagine going through some of the swamp-like shit some women experience while also picking up, feeding, playing with, soothing, bathing, traveling with, putting to bed, and all the other thousand things you're consumed with when raising a six-month-old.
To all the women who have grown a child while parenting, I doff all my caps to you.
But recently, I discovered a helpful tip for exhaustion: Get More Sleep.
As obvious as this seems, it can be kind of tricky. For one thing, I've always been a night owl, so going to bed before midnight still feels a little weird to me. S jr tends to fall asleep around 9pm and while he sleeps through the night (thank you), we can pretty much count on him to be awake around 7am. So if I pretend like that won't happen and Corey and I have a late dinner then get sucked into the latest Netflix binge then I – whoops – get on the computer and go down some rabbit hole, then basically, the next day, I am fucked.
And if I do this multiple days in a row?
Ah. Please excuse me while I pull the bones of some hapless stranger who looked at me wrong from between my teeth.
So I've been attempting to force myself to go to bed around 10pm. I don't really like it. It means time with Corey gets cut short. But he often joins me, and then we both wake up feeling about 100% better.
Because energy, like fatigue, is aggregate. You have to feed the energy, stoke it, keep that hot air balloon going.
And really, some part of me thinks I'm just banking sleep for when we have TWO children under the age of ONE.
That's a real thing, right?
*I would also venture to say that sometimes, being around a pregnant person is exhausting. Corey, C jr, S jr and Arlo are very patient.