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Mama Dance! Mama Dance!

After honoring myself with a postpartum degree in YouTube belly dance, I treated myself to two real-life belly dance lesson series earlier this year. I advanced from beginner to beginner/intermediate (woohoo!), and most importantly, I got to leave the house and get some exercise without a toddler clinging to my limbs or jamming her finger in my belly button.

This weekend, I will leave my 20s behind and become a mature woman of 30! I'm excited about it, but I'm not going to lie and say it has caused me no anxiety. My life is pretty ordinary--I haven't started my own business or published a book or had 15 minutes of fame on a reality show. And that's OK, but I like to remind myself of the accomplishments I have made so far--ordinary but important things. Like buying (and keeping) a house. And giving birth to a child. And raising up a healthy, happy toddler. And keeping my body fit and strong through childbirth and nearly two years of baby/toddler wrangling.

To get ready for my new grownup decade of life, I went and got a haircut and felt all pampered and pretty. And I asked my husband to take a video of me belly dancing--quick, before I forgot how to do it and got all old and crusty. The moment was perfect. Our daughter took a late nap just as I got home. My breasts were engorged from being away from her all day, making me look like I was smuggling a couple of ghost pumpkins. (Pre-baby, let's just say I failed the pencil test for needing a training bra.) With my fresh blowout, I felt like Hot Mama Barbie. 

So I rushed to put on a floofy skirt and get the music queued up--and little Nux woke up hollering for "mamilk." So then I nursed her, which always makes me really hungry, and while she deflated my boobs, I stuffed my gut with a heavy and delicious gnocchi dinner prepared by my wonderful husband.

When I got up again, I was down a cup size and up a belt size, but Nux still wanted to see me dance. "Mama dance! Mama dance!" And looking at her adorable, spectacular, joyful little self, I still felt like dancing. So here is the video of the last dance of my youthful 20s. The choreography is an amended version of the one I learned in my classes with Leilah. I couldn't do belly rolls very well with a tummy full of whole wheat and potato pasta, but you know, Nux loved watching anyway and yelled some words of encouragement. Later, she spun around like a ballerina, pulled up her shirt, patted her chubby toddler tummy, and said, "Perfect. Nux perfect."

And she is! She is the perfect companion to dance with me into a wiser, more beautiful phase of life.


  1. "...and that's the night your brother/sister was made!"

    lol!!! OH MY!

    All my love to you, Mr. G, of course the wonderful Nux.

    Happy birthday, thirty has never looked so fantastic!!!!!

  2. Nice dance and a great way to celebrate.

  3. Wow, Jeannie! That was awesome. I want to learn!


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