Do you know what you're having?

The big question everyone wants to know when they find out you're pregnant: Do you know what you're having? No, I don't. But hopefully I will in less than 12 hours.  The anatomy scan ultrasound is scheduled for a bright and early 7 am!

It's funny because people keep saying "oh, I'm sure you wouldn't mind either way." And while I think that this will ultimately prove true, I do have some anxiety over the issue, anxiety that is proving artistically fruitful as you can see in the monologue below. A few friends and I are participating in the SWAN Day (International Women Artists Day) festivities here in Pittsburgh and are putting together a monologue performance art piece that will be part of a larger performance show at the end of March. As it turns out, all three of our pieces are revolving around motherhood and--surprise, surprise--guilt. 

So read below. Some of it is exaggerated for dramatic purposes and poetic license, but the anxiety is oh so real. And don't judge me too harshly. I anticipate that I'll be feeling very different in a mere 12 hours. 

Do you know what you’re having?

Do you know what you’re having?  Is it a boy or a girl?  Do want to know what you’re having?  When do you find out what you’re having?  Are you feeling a “mother’s intuition” yet?  Boy or girl? Boy or girl Boy or girl?  

Answer: Yes, no, maybe.  Assign to whichever question you feel fit. 

I’d like to say that none of this matters.  Of course I want a healthy, happy, sweet little bundle when this is all said and none.  But does it matter?  Yes. A lot.  Because…well…oh hell, just shame me now.  Just do it.  Call me names—hypocrite, back stabber, an awful mom already. Make that horrified look that I know you’re all gonna make.  That gaped-mouth, wide-eyed, nose-crinkled in distaste look that all grandmother’s seem to have perfected and that we will all perfect someday.  Just shame me now.  

Great? Are you done?  Because here’s my real answer to your question: I am TERRIFIED of having…a…b..b…b…baby…baby…baby…girl! 

But why does it scare you? All you gotta do is put em dresses and tie pink ribbons in their hair! Doesn’t a boy scare you even more? What’s so wrong with having a girl? I have a girl and I love it! Are you crazy who wouldn’t want a girl??? 

Answer: Because I know what it’s like. I know what it’s like to think that pink, frills, pearls, and ruffles are the only way to express my femininity. To obsess over my body. To obsess over my body becoming my mother’s body (check—that’s happened).  To spend countless nights on my knees going “Dear God, It’s me, Alyssa. When will I get my period?” To spend weeks upon weeks of my life cursing God for giving me my period as I curl up into a ball on the floor in pain. To dream of being a princess only to realize that Prince William is never going to come to America, we are never going to find each other at University, and that…damn…he’s now officially taken. To weep over loves come and gone and then go right back out there and do the same thing over and over and over and over. 

Who the hell would want to go through that? And do I really want to go through that all again in this mini-me whom I’ve created? But, I mean, I guess we’re still alive, right? If we can do it, so can the she who is maybe in my belly?  Maybe?

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!

"Ms. Alyssa, don't you care about kids anymore?," says Elizabeth, a student I work with at one of Pittsburgh's public schools. This was the quote of my day yesterday. It made me stop in my tracks and think about what it is I do everyday and the meaning I find in my life's work.

But to back up for some context: remember in a post a long long time ago I mentioned that I had TWO secrets to share? Well, here is the second one...

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Super duper big....


(fanfare please) I have a new job! On Tuesday, March 1, I am starting at the Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre (www.pbt.org) as the Director of Education and Community Engagement.

Whoa. Are you feeling overwhelmed yet? Because I am. A new full-time job AND a new baby = totally new life. I'm excited and terrified and nervous all at the same time.

So Elizabeth said this profound statement to me after I announced that I would no longer be working at their school anymore because I had found a new job. "Ms. Alyssa, don't you care about kids anymore?" Did she make me feel guilty and sad? You bet she did. For a number of reasons.

1. Unlike some people who find a new job because they hate what they're doing, I am the opposite. I actually really love the work I do right now. Not necessarily the long drives, the communication hiccups, and the whole "working 5 jobs at one time" juggling act, but working with the kids and teachers--absolutely. All the organizations I currently work for--Prime Stage Theatre, Gateway to the Arts, the MGR Foundation, City Theatre--have been amazingly wonderful to me and have provided me with significant opportunities to learn arts pedagogy and refine my teaching skills. Plus, the people at all of these organizations are wonderful. I will miss them all dearly.
2. The job I'm moving into involves significantly less teaching and much more administration. Now, I can't deny that I'm a good administrator. I pride myself on my organization and leadership skills, but will I miss being in the classroom? Absolutely. I will jump at every opportunity the Ballet has for me to teach because it is those interactions with students that make what we do so worth it. I plan on bringing in some recent artwork and cards made for me by some of my students as a reminder that they are the reason why I do what I do.

Despite all this, Elizabeth, it's not that I don't care about students anymore. In fact, it's just the opposite. I care about them more than ever, especially now as I'm moving into a job that has the potential for me to reach many more students through the programming that the Ballet offers and as I am embarking on my journey to motherhood with my very own personal "student" to shape, mold, and grow into a hopefully caring, respectful, intelligent person. I care about students more than ever in my life.

But thank you Elizabeth for keeping me on my toes (ballet pun very intended ;-p)

My work at Prime Stage Theatre

As most of you know, I'm a theatre arts educator.  I'm a freelancer and work at many different organizations, but the main gig I have going right now is as Education Director for Prime Stage Theatre here in Pittsburgh.

Check out our website here!

Getting my creativity ON!

I've been holed up in my house recently working on getting my props and displays reading for my early childhood story-times and mini residencies with Gateway to the Arts.  I had my first story-time today on Fletcher The Fox and the Falling Leaves by Julia Rawlinson, illustrated by Tiphanie Beeke.

Here's what I made for it: