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Sunday, August 13, 2006

Knocked up at the prom

What includes a black stretch limo, a high school year book show and tell, oodles of tell-all girl talk, gabs of glittery eye shadow, and 80s pop superstar Rick Springfield? It wasn't a high school prom. Nope. It was the Second Chance Prom--a local-radio-station-sponsored event in San Jose on June 10. I was a mere eight months pregnant.

Don't know what your high school was like, but a ripened-fruit like me was not an unusual sight when I actually was in high school way back when. There were probably 20 babies born to classmates during the four years I spent at Lockport High School. And who knows how many other pregnancies no one knew about.

But at this prom--this Second Chance Prom--I was proud of my blossoming belly. Sure my massive middle left me a little off-kilter and my left foot was still sore from my falling-down-the-stairs incident in May, but I danced and laughed and revisited my youth for a few hours. It was by far the best baby party ever, the best prom ever. There were no annoying jocks or popular kids to avoid, there were no curfews, no parents to lie to about where we were headed afterwards, and no boyfriends trying to score--that mission had been accomplished at least twice since this was my second pregnancy. That night, those couple of hours were about me and my girlfriends connecting, not necessarily as moms, but as friends. We forgot about laundry and dishes and diapers and husbands. And we remembered how to laugh and reminded ourselves that we need to do stuff like this more often.

2 comments:

  1. i still can't believe i didn't see you there. i think i was too busy getting my rick fix ;)

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  2. Let me start by saying congrats on the new addition!! It is so nice to hear that the baby is healthy. I came across ur blog after doing a google search trying to find women who have a child with HLHS and have or are having another. My one year old daughter has HLHS and I just found out that I am pregnant. Although very excited, I am also scared to death. I think my husband and I have been so traumatized with the birthing experience the first time (she was diagnosed 16 hours after birth) that I am scared it will happen again. How did you get through it. Please email me if you will at christina@laub.net

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