Last week was great in the sense that I got three days off in a row. The weather was breaking through toward Spring. I managed to do yoga each day and to get a bit of cooking done, which always feels great. I also went to the beach and ... to this Cirque de Soleil.
I wore a cotton-candy pink tank top and a small quilted backpack because we opted to walk to the circus. As I was crossing the street, one of the security officers said, "Congratulations." It only took a second of looking around to realize that he was congratulating me on my own "ovo." (According to the Cirque de Soleil help page, the word "ovo" means "egg" in Portuguese.)
This was a great show to see as a pregnant person. One of the clown-like insects carries a large egg around the circus tent before he makes it safely to the main stage where he can finally rest. By the time he drops off the egg, the insect is beyond exhausted from his long journey with the over-sized ovo strapped to his little frame. When the character finally rests, he makes the audience laugh by moaning, grunting, arching his body and flailing his insect parts.
On the way home from the circus, I pointed out that I was not unlike the insect carrying the ovo. I thought this was a pretty good analogy.
Well, I should be careful what I say. Just a few nights after the circus, Josh imitated me rolling over to get out of bed. I nearly peed my pants laughing. I think some of his moves were more funny than those I saw at the circus.
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