Eat a Peach...

Oof.
We are two weeks into rehearsal for "Peach" and as usual, it is an absolute blast. I'm amazed I get paid to do this stuff. I'm running and spinning, pretending to be a spider, dancing my butt off, and apart from feeling FAT in my UNITARD (oh the indignity!) having a great time. The cast is comprised of some of my faves from the TYA "Rep". Funny, funny folk. 'Course, there's no one ruder or filthier than a kiddie theatre actor. I suppose it comes as an antidote for being cute all the time, but honestly, we'd make sailors blush.
I do sometimes forget that I'm not as limber as usual and I get really confused when I can't leap up from a sitting position, but so far I've felt good. The show is selling out quickly... This is a good one to go out on for a while.
I have NOTHING for the baby yet except a huge pile of clothing... There's procrastination and then there's this... Not my first choice, if it was totally up to me everything would be assembled and decided on and painted... oh well.. Must be ZEN. WILL find the room, WILL have a place, WILL stay calm... I've decided the tyke's "Theme" is going to be sailing and boats. It's good to have a point of reference, even if it's only a theory. Target has a nice baby registry, but I have no idea what I need... I'm such a dork. I've changed one diaper in my life, and I've held a newborn maybe twice... Cloth or disposable? Paper or plastic? Coffee, tea or Me?

I wonder if he's mad at me for jumping around so much.